Rockwood

We kissed until the trains stopped running You said that God spoke through me

I have nowhere to go And you have no faith If you’ll be my home I’ll be your church

I feel your hands travel up and down My thighs And your thumbs link into my belt loops The way thoughts travel between our minds And how the beginning of my sentences Link to the ends of yours

I am used to two extremes Which you say your mind possesses But I hope that together We can find a middle In another six hours.