Stuck to floral patterned couches
Screaming temporary stays;
If the minutes passed any slower,
It'd be yesterday by now.
Pull me free from this direction
Though I don't know where I'm going.
Drag my silence within your wake.
(Scuff my elbows, scrape my knees,
Bleed all over these stupid beach towels.)
(Useless intentions of leaving nothing.)
Only you and your taffy kisses
Sticking to my lips,
Only you in my existence,
Sticking to my mind.
(Beach-litter promises of companionship
Seep past cracked lips, parched tongues.)