Trip stumble

We kept tripping over each other and stumbling along.

 

You drew a dragon across my scars

and called me beautiful

as you quoted Echo and the bunny men lyrics

 

Our lips met

our breaths tripstumbled instead of mixing

like your fingers over the button of my jeans

(are you nervous?)

I giggled

you laughed

(not with you)

our hands never intertwined

 

A pull of your cheap beer

stings my throat even though it’s cold

and we’re still trip-trip-trip stumbling over each other

like bad actors in the worst play

but it’s ok because your hand’s in mine

 

You look so suave

shooting glares at the stars

and an empty beer bottle between you lips

as your hand catches in your hair.

You smile as you look for the right word

but they’re all to asinine

and the stars draw your attention

 

Our breathes are even together.

You’re pretty good at exhaling

compliment or statement?

I don’t know

but your fingers only tap

(one, two, three, last)

and twirl my hair.

 

The words are still too asinine

so we still stumble and trip

and your hand’s in mine.

Reviews

[Midnight Shadow]

Speaking of imagery, this here is has quite a lot of potent pictures swimming through my mind! Very nice indeed! Your words hold the moments so well! Beautifully done!