Dear friend

We are both ready, and tonight in your eyes
I've come to realise
I can read my own thoughts, and they say:
What if you're the one?

My mind is cold however, chiseled by anxiety
I never knew just how much I relied
on your easy acceptance

Now I look for an escape, another tune
a rhythm or thought
where I won't have to risk you
This is my song. Chalk screeches across a board
A pig squeals

I lean over and our lips meet
and your lips part and I kiss you