“How weird and wonderful you are”
How special you are for your own experiences, your trials, your tribulations,
How unique your confidence and exhibition.
Fervent, but satisfying,
Covert, but beguiling.
What beautiful, intimate desire you have,
For feeling, for belonging, for acceptance,
For what I can offer you, with no admissions.
I’m sorry my collar is a little damp,
I’ll cry quietly from now on.
We’re catching feelings like fireflies.
Yet you found me there,
Sitting in the cheap seats of the summer,
Windowless, but not without conviction.
Is love as blind as faith?
I surrendered my beliefs in expectation,
You snatched them up and buried them.
I am falling, falling,
What a cosmic attraction.
Falling in and out of love, like I got on and off the bus,
To and from the authentic cheap seats.
But mine is just one voice,
Tell me not what, but how you feel.
This isn’t a time to discuss authenticity.
So place your curve on mine,
And we’ll twist and mold til morning.
