there is something about the way the chemicals, electricity bounce around to get in the way of what’s real
or rather, to Create reality: what is love? (is it a drug?)
the cold stage manifests a need for warmth
there is a dance, followed by a dance, followed by space
intimacy can be sex,
can be a pony ride, can be a secret, can be a ticklish spot
we zoom in on their text, their voices, their closeness – i want to be right there in between them, leaching off of that tension and longing
he shrugs, she does a twirl; and it really is just like that
it’s a love story, and i’m in love
