Nestled in the comfort of porn
Horned-up and warm
Allegiances torn
Cushions all bunched up on the floor
Channel 64
But we abstained
From what we’ve waited for
We realize sullenly
With hidden certainty
There might still be more
Picking off the scabs from our slip
And subsequent dip
In full recall
Although it can never be real
I can’t help but feel
It’s beautiful
A night like all before
But take away restraint
And knowing what’s in store
And if there will be more
The thing that could not be The is that wasn’t so The did that would not go If you then cannot we The we that we both know
Together would be so So beautiful