dark hair
and olive eyes
like a pizza fresh out of the oven;
you look so fresh, so edible
though you don't even have a taste
all i can feel is the concept of you tugging on my sleeve
watering mouths; i'm numb to the touch
now you're telling me all about our friends,
the pants-
do you remember?
now what are we?
- so many questions i have for you
how was it so easy to say no words
but feel everything we've ever had to say;
speaking in tongues - - -
i know you know the answer to that question:
read between
the white lines