more Skinny than Love and needy as fuck.
this late night/early morning heat
makes me wake at 3 with a fever.
wishing to be waking somewhere cool
with another breathing pattern beside me.
i have a fear of normality,
of routine rather than change.
give me weekends away and lovers
that come and go like chart hits.
but give me comfort once in a while,
and a friend i can kiss without fear
of inevitable mornings of side glances
and afternoons of kicks under the table.
give me your arms, outstretched
and I will try to make them meet.
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