room with room

winter,

fall

or

spring

summer

either way

stop

*

huffs escaping into the cold

a cloud fitting you

a bit misfigured but

so were you when

you asked how you looked

and i said pretty

just to get into the heat of the bar

with strangers pulsing to the same

rhythm of what is this song

no i’m still warming up

so i can’t dance

and i know that doesn’t make sense

but my leg’s also a bit deformed

from last time when

you stepped on my toes

like dew weighing down flowers

into a pond

where light can’t reach

*

who knew we’d

get this far

where there is nothing

except us

still not looking at one

another

and thinking that

there might be a there

if we just get a bit

further