Talking

Talk to me

No, -talk- to me

               talk to me

When I've had coffee instead of wine and weed

                       Deconstructing the ideals of romance in a whisper on your breath

Talking out your arguments as to why the moonlight is

                                                               so terrible tonight

Piecing out the differences between reference and referenced

Speaking French and wondering why the lines of dialogue we share seem to work

 

Taking a step back to appreciate the tilt of the frame we seem to keep adjusting

In all the previous iterations of how stupid we've been

 

                   Constantly rewriting and revising all the disasterful ways

       Your eyes speak like Goya's black paint

 

A break from routine is all the more successful when preceded with a brief intermission

                                            So tell me again how terrible the moonlight is tonight