disrupt
and you smirk and my smirnoff overtures; my hands and your hands entertwined
never have i had to chase like this, dizzying, unaware of the outcome
but i felt it on day one, blue eyes cursing me again between your callused hands on the guitar strings
a gaze met and not broken away so easily, causing my nerves set ablaze
i felt it again, hidden in that darkened room, your hands roaming all over
lips and tongues attacking one another in the best kind of warfare--
did i know you before, silence?
did we meet in the life before, the one where i was nicer, purer?
but trains pull away and ill still have your hair all over me, and a wanting deep
in the pit of my stomach and heart
and three small bruises from your fingers pressing against my stomach
just pushing, but not pushing away.