Peach and Smoke

i took off my socks to feel cold

laid down underneath the effort

the egress let light in, we hid

from different things

your record collection was clean

but i could see the stereo plug

you said that you needed some time

for different things

...

i saw peach and smoke in my dreams

and you were out of my league

then fingers slip thru the seams

leaves on the first of may

like when your seasons changed

i couldn’t wait for you

you made a happy face

buckled to stay in place

dolled up my puffy face

you led the conversation

all my affectations

...

hardwood, dim lights, and a fire by the fridge

no dirty words but your chai was

and rain clouds outside were pourin

i’d could never laugh like you

i was too involved

i guess you wanted me

slide in on ice and bald tires

caught me sleeping with my eyes closed

make me feel like i’m worth more than i know