love you like ice
bite me, take a slice
god, i feel your fire
it’s so divine
pour another glass
i like it red, lips and all
when they fall, play the eight
hold my weight, tell me it’s fate
hold my hand
take me to another day
another date, the 80’s
an ocean where we make motion
a place where our emotions
will no longer be broken
a place where our evolution
will be crucial to the words we’ve spoken
when the thought of regret is atrocious
and our atoms are chosen
and we’re no longer looking for something
to be handwoven