I am not elegant
not today;
this moment right now
this moment
is not the time for
delicate fingers grasping lightly at air
wide brown eyes blinking innocently
curls of hair tucked nimbly behind ears
this moment
is too engulfed with
white hot thoughts
smoke puffs curling up in to the air
as we
or rather, I
push me up against your wall
I imagine you want
the things I want you to want
the least you could do is want
as want is too pale a word for myself to use
I won't get in to detail
there is no love in the making

and don't look me in the eye because I might get scared