Drape your arm across my shoulders.

(Oh so casual)

It’s warmer inside than out,

But there’s a certain humid heat frizzing my hair,

A crown you loop a finger through, dragging me closer.

Dare to persist. Believe I won’t resist. You’ll be right.

Touch the small of my back, ever so gently,

Fingers fluttering warm like the small thing growing under my ribs.

Make the blood curve through my veins with unusual grace,

Lean down and whisper something- it’ll come out more warm breath than word.

I’ll try and make it out, play it off

(Oh so smoothly.)

Pass me a cherry coke, crack it open for me and I’ll take a sip.

Close my eyes to savor the flavor, to feel you watching me without the pressure of response.

Take a second to regain my cool,

To come up with something sharp to make you laugh.

Feel the bubbles pop on my tongue,

(Oh so sweet.)

I can feel summertime on her way, in the

Sighing of the peach pink clouds,

Buzzing of the blue black mosquitos in the marshy part of the grass by the river,

Trickling down my neck, salty sweat-

You don’t exactly help that situation.

I make a lot of mistakes with people. Maybe you’re just another one of my screwups,

A deadbeat with soft eyes, a sociopath with curly hair, an emotionally stunted manchild.

A bad decision, crumpled napkins in my purse and too much concealer on my neck.

But regardless of tears or fears: I think it will make a good story.

I think I’ll giggle over this stupid poem in a freezing dorm room with a best friend I haven’t met yet.

I think this might be the right time/person/place to do something stupid.

So I’ll catch your fingers in mine and pull you out.