Cigarettes on a Sunday afternoon
In the snow
On some roof.
You teach me to Waltz, and god,
I step on your foot.
I didn’t know how lovely it could all be.
Your worn-out sneakers are lovely.
Your hands along my waist are lovely.
You are quite lovely yourself,
You know that?
Drinks on a Wednesday evening
In the rain
On some street.
You teach me about cabernet
Like you’re a sommelier.
When we smoke you adore drawing
Circles in the sky.
I like picking morning glories
From the ceiling,
Doing anything but
Nervously staring into your eyes.