hands apart and together, electricity i can feel in your eyes .
they're curled against your own transgressions and lost loves.
the way your cigarette sits between the middle, I imitate it, it dangles
and is about to fall all in the two seas and your lips they sneak to my ears
and grab at my eyes, they take me under my own tights, whistle to remember
your hometown. And to car rides not yet taken. He didn't look like a man, did he?
I look for you when I sleep, swaying between dreams.