You make contact
I go back
To that night
Baby blue velour tracksuit
You sitting there
After Iron Temple prayers
Taking you in
Taking me in
Sparks
More than the Fourth
“Why cant we be together?”
“You are a flower
If I cut you
Put you in a vase
You will die
We are together
But apart”
Didn’t see it then
Tunnel vision
You were right
Always right
We are better in the open
No judgement
From either
18 years strong
No matter what day
No matter what year
The ‘rona cant even break us
One
Baroque Medusa 