Perfect beautiful
Not yet steamy
Is that what we share?
This thing desperate to be
Labeled as something
We know nothing of
And maybe now we do
Someone handed me the cliffnotes
On my way in
But we won’t be led astray
By other people’s
Highlights and underlines
There are too many things
Words on the tip of my tongue
That aren’t yet written
Into our script in progress
Wouldn’t we be fabulous
On Broadway?
So come to New York with me
Bite my tongue
In the backseat of taxis
Let me buzz you up
To my fifteenth floor apartment
So you can warm my sheets
But, shhh, don’t say that word
Perfect beautiful
Not yet steamy
Passionate creeping
Just lay here and hold me
‘cause the next line’s yours
and that’s not what it says.
