morning after and the makeup is off and the heart is back on
my sleeve
i wanted to kiss you but i'm cautious and careful
around priceless souls
with liquorice eyes and perfect fingers
i wanted to kiss you
raise my chin and float up onto tiptoe
to reach you way up there
i wanted to kiss you
and adore the breadth of your limbs when stretched across
hotel linen
cook you breakfast with black coffee
lend you books and make you laugh
hold hands and listen to all of your favourite songs and
most of all i wanted to abandon this nervousness and shut up
so that you could answer these questions:
when's your birthday?
what's your favourite fruit?
do you like sananda maitreya?
would you like to go to the movies with me?
how can you call yourself saccharine when your sweetness is not artificial at all?
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