a little love.
spooky straws and spilled margaritas
love songs being played on repeat
purple clouds dissipated, along with nerves
sloppy smiles,
but genuine ones
stumbling over words but needing to say them
everything important at the last minute
lust or longing?
interchangeable it seems
but the weight of your body feels right
and your eyes are so clear
whispering pointlessly, the music still playing
love songs
on repeat
I wish I could recall every word you said, every sigh
every breath
but I spilled the majority of the drinks
I didn't dream
at least, I didn't have an unpleasant one
I believe I drifted off, floating on cloud nine
secure in your arms
seeing that happiness is possible
however briefly
you've just got to let it find you