Rustic boundaries kill her momentum as if zero on the Calvin/

The first moment is gone – let us see what he can salvage/

Indecent is the distant flicker for it sparks a flame/

The moment is here again, eyes down, lips-lick- exhale/

She closes her eyes, he looks to the waiter behind her to explain/

She feels her world come crashing down on top of the world trade/

He asks if she would like anything? A few shots later he is not there/

Well, actually the moment. Stolen destitute, the need of bread/

Understand the hate resonates on no soul of her body in any ounce

And she is more a fan wanting him to be a man and sort of pounce

Although, the distance travelled on the wall circulates her eye-ball/

The longer he keeps talking and fucking talking, the more it becomes “my fault”/

Yet, we still sit across from each other at tables of hopefulness

The dating world of enemies….why do we even go through this?

(E.M.)

Filmic transitions suggest things that do not exist/

Cause- this is reality, baby! We don’t do that shit!/

Over-powering figures, beam through the brights, that reflect shyly/

On the face of the interpreter, who is struggling – and has begun crying/

For he sits perfectly in an interpretation of hesitation and femininity/

Therefore- he can’t be a real man because he has no anonymity/

Awkwardity dances around the arctic fire with silence at it’s grace/

Yet, we still sit across from each other at tables of hopefulness

The dating world of enemies….why do we even go through this?

Filmic transitions suggest things that do not exist/

Cause- this is reality, baby! We don’t do that shit!/

Food disappears- hands quicken- faces literally lick dinner plates/

In debt! And if this were not his fave 5 he would have left- “CHECK!”/

“Wow, some authority. Where did that….”

“Hey- Asshole! I said CHECK!”

She is interested and he is no longer

She wonders where it went and he grows stronger

Don’t ponder. Disinterest + Asshole = Alpha Male

She is now imprisoned, mistakenly, in his jail

Yet, we still sit across from each other at tables of hopefulness

The dating world of enemies….why do we even go through this?

So she sits across with her history of waiting for a moment/

And I am at my fave 5 trying to drive it like it’s stolen/

Constant reminders that my mouth dances like the Jabbawockeez/

Keeps me away from her lips, with my momentum on key/

 but eyes on car knowing that …..

Filmic transitions suggest things that do not exist/

Cause- this is reality, baby! We don’t do that shit!/