convection

.

it is in the turn of your smile

that qualifies you as senile

it is in your casual breathing

that has me reeling

.

(you're on)

.

are we playing the game

of pretend serenades

and elusive lies?

.

(you're blushing)

.

the hot air rises

the cold air sinks

and again

and again

.

(replay)

.

there is no wreckage

no debris around us

no violent hurricane

.

(you win)

.

there is no evidence

of our quiet tussle

for the upper hand

.

(replay)

.

the hot air rises

the cold air sinks