He smiles at me like he knows that I’ve been wondering
If his heart is as deep as his eyes blue
If his hurt runs as far and wide as mine
I speak of song and he licks profanities from the corners of his mouth

This game of calculated interaction holds heat of unspoken nature
We play in, dancing with quiet electricity
In hopes of untouched perpetuity

Forgive me for the absence of an apology
I lack the personal depth to be regretful
When my desire is this impetuous.


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