sidelong

and it was that protest on the lawn, radical cheerleaders and drums and dancing and running excitedly between people i knew till hand on my back he whispered in my ear, will you slow dance with me? and it was crawling out windows to rooftop gardens and lavender between my fingers. can i ask you dirty questions? knees touching around bike repairs.

and it was long lazy bike rides in the cool dusk breezes down narrow unlit streets with me swaying perched behind the seat flapping my arms like wings while we wobbled around turns. first kisses against newspaper machines outside shuttered restaurants and grabbing hands tight. he's not ready for this but he'd be a fool to let go of my hand right now.

what's yr favorite color, where's yr history, and tell me, what's yr sign? what a way to fall asleep and what a way to wake up. & mugs of tea too bitter and morning glories blooming purple and hummingbirds in the sunshine, and he asks, one day when yr done being wild and carefree will you come back to me?

(but i remind him that without both of our imminent looming departures none of this would taste as sweet)

and it was only one night, and i could have been anyone, don't you think?
but still yr stuck in my head.