young.
wild.
quick.
and stupid.

Mismatched buttoned shirts,
Creased, lip colour stained clothes,
Messed hair, perfect more so.
Angry patches on the slender of our necks.

innocent intoxicated lap dances,
blinking yet talking volumes.
"let's go home."
ragged breaths and drunk eyes.

oh my, the pauses. breathe please.
adjust the fabric, wipe the mouth.
breathe, or try to at least-
only to end up giggling.

We can stay forever young,
in those sweet sweat scented basements.
Lets take one step a day-
or travel the forever in those few hours?

is there a looking back?
clock's ticking.
we drown in eachother.
igniting passionate fires.

Skin, sheets and kisses.
let's sit on the car roof,
at 2 a.m. in the night,
sipping on chardonnay.

let's cuddle. close.
snuggle. move in closer.
closer than possible, atoms colliding.
let's shut the world out tonight.

your heartbeat is my lullaby.

just sit, harmless brush of bodies,
just talk. nonsense; the better.
or maybe just comfortable silence,
or even sleep under the blanket of stars.

is there a looking back?
clock's ticking.
we drowned in each other?
burnt with the flames.

older.
wiser.
slow.
but still stupid, in love.

Smudged lipstick to liner running off,
We sure have come a long way.
Smelling of each other to reeking of beer,
We sure have come a long way.

lone slow days, cold long nights.
still sit in the basement of memories,
I locked down.
waiting and leaving, always.

when i hear familiar foot steps.
that come there for the same comfort.
never crossing paths,
for they were not meant to.

how the very last star of my galaxy died.
shall stay a story untold.