we could be any number of things:
platonic cuddle buddies, a sloppy half-
forgotten kiss against the boozy banister, an
excuse to expose ourselves in ways
we only save for the dark - deep, and confused,
and vulnerable;
we could be any number of things, but I think
I'd like us to be something/anything - lately, I've been craving
new experience the same way one might crave
a day at the beach with a few clouds and summer heat