red lips like a fire alarm going off just to call your attention
and the only fire you can maybe deem to put off
is this young reckless heart looking for a lesson
they will accuse me of having a taste for trouble
they will accuse you of having a taste for sin
and we can accuse them of tattletale
baby remember, all i care is this fumble up my skirt
you don’t have to worry about anything
how often danger comes in the shape of sex
and sex in the shape of love
and love in the shape of a man who can treat me well
to make time our enemy makes us live in stillness
to know there was a moment in history
when you did not know my name
because god had decided it was not my time to be born;
to know there will come a moment like that again
when i will know your name like a prayer
but god will have decided it was your time of farewell
but in the meanwhile
we can be thankful of the extraordinary coincidence
that we both exist here and now
with years between us like the stars at night
there is something magical about this tragedy of time
i daydream about the universes in which we have always existed together
and you call me out for wasting our beautiful time
i only want to feel your hands on my tighs,
to see the shape of my mouth on your jaw,
to make the years disappear under the moonlight.
isn’t that enough?
isn’t this ageless love what the world cries for?
if this is the trouble you accuse me of seeking,
then let the people freak out at the sight of something they do not understand.
fearing the unknown
constantly creating ways of keeping love undone.
if this is the sin,
then don’t expect me to atone.
watch me lay in bed with my lover,
to count the years between us like sheep.
have you ever wondered if maybe this is what helps us sleep?
they will point fingers at us,
whisper behind our backs
and nothing they can possibly say
will help me answer the question: