All For You

I am no one I'm at the bottom of your chest While you are my last breath

You stood behind me And I stood as close as I could Without touching I could feel your breath Feel the rumble in your voice And then you left to join the big band Left the pickalow girls to march Left me

And in moments like a mock trust fall I saw your eyes And that curious neck

Because you are black skinny jeans and band t shirts You are bad news and asshole comebacks

And when our eyes met In the back row After the ball change No amount of tap shoe clinking could silence my heartbeat

And I saw your eyes So I gave you an easy smile But in the back of my brain A red headed girl with a rich blue gown turned away

You are lighting Quick and beautiful

Everything about you screams; Dangerous jerk, do not approach Those thick, dark eyelashes hide the need to be heard, and appreciated

And so in a pickalow line I leaned against you To feel your breath And oh how I wanted to lean in further To be held To be touched