Anything But

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.