Stripping away the peels of you
And me, and we- the wheels in this
Cog machine seem to blow the fog away.
You're here for play, and you'd sneer and say
Something brash to my heart if I showed it
To you. So screw the sentimental girl
Aswirl in this cyclone of great sex
And vexed conversations over blue S
Chat rants, and instead I'll just dance
Naked in my livingroom on pink carpets
And sink further into daydreams of you, me,
Awolnation and two glasses of cab sauv
Against your mauve bedsheets against
The backdrop of a drab Calgary day.
Because I'm high on you.
And I want to play.