last night i went to a show where
the music rattled my bones and made me cry before i could figure out why
and i couldn't not move and i walked away wanting to kiss
everybody.
to be fair,
the only person i kissed was the lead singer,
and we might not remember each other in a week or so but
i'll remember that i described to him my bedroom
(candles, canopy, mural, floral patterns and organized chaos)
as the closest thing to perfect i had yet to experience,
and he told me it sounded lovely and that he'd like to see it.
he asked me to kiss him
and i told him he had to kiss me first
and it was cold out but i couldn't really feel it anymore
and he asked if he could see my bed.
i told him yes,
but he didn't have shoes on
and when he went inside to get them,
i fled.
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