a velvet red scarf chokes my vision;

so tight my head begins to pulse

until a constant ringing. a voice.

it bleeds into my ears, pouring

in the softness of a hush, gentle

song. we'll sing to these cluttered

walls of those nights we won't take

back; flaws and all. a duet: drunk

off the unintentional touches.

it becomes a symphony so well

rehearsed, we each play our part.

our skin, sweat-laced.

our breaths, unfocused.

our song, it's almost over.

i forgot the words to this

anthem of lazy lovers.