I curse like a sailor
And you smile
Take my hand
And we sit and wonder
For a while
About the seven year
Conversation
And what everything
Means

I play up the
Scene in my head
Was that a dream
Or did you really
Kiss my hand

Bumping heads
And I'm a virgin
All over again
So coy
I know we
Aren't just
Toys
But living
Breathing beings
And I'm nervous
Like I've never
Been before

I play up the
Scene in my head
Was that a dream
Or did you really
Kiss my forehead

Sitting wondering
If I have any chance
Of being your friend
Because intoxicated
Or not you
Make me smile
Like a school girl
And I'm praying
This isn't all
In my head