#letmebeme

You are funny and kind and interesting. You impress me with your ability to self-reflect and talk openly. You seem secure in yourself and it relaxes me. Your natural kindness is attractive. It makes me feel connected, which I didn’t expect.

We are in a bar and its dark. You have a lock of hair falling into your forehead and I feel like I want to brush it away, run my hands through your hair. I keep looking at it while you talk.

I want to hold your hand, I point out your ring and ask about it.

You take my hands into yours and turn them studying my rings and I am surprised by the gentleness and intimacy of your touch.

Not because I don’t believe it,

not because I want it any different,

but I’m always saving and you’re always owing

and I’m tired of asking to settle the debt.

Don’t bother.

You never mean it anyway, not really,

and it only makes me that much more ashamed.

There’s only one thing I want, don’t make me say it

It’s a Western, Henry, it’s a downright shoot-em-up.

We’ve made a graveyard out of the bone white afternoon.

It’s another wrong-man-dies scenario

and we keep doing it, Henry,

keep saying until we get it right…

but we always win and we never quit, see,

we’ve won again, here we are at the place

where I get to beg for it

where I get to say

Please, for just one night, will you lay down next to me, we can leave our

clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up?