sweet thing- you left me reeling
revealing surprised little things in me.
it’s funny how my touch remembers
your touch making memories of me.
a symphony of tongue twisting too
that left me tongue tied,
i spied your pictures in secret.
you missed it. but
i couldn’t keep this a secret;
i had to spill it messily over everything.
those pictures were of him before me.
i swam in them in search for you now.
do that thing for me, that thing that pricked me and sent my feelings
in search of some future version of myself.
that way when i’m some old fart farting old farts
the wind can blow my mind back
to when my mind was blown and I’ll think
damn, sweet thing- you left me reeling.