G-Rated Thirst On A Basement Floor
There is no comfortable way to play a board game on the ground
But we both lay on our stomachs
Facing each other
And mine is full of butterflies
When yours starts to growl
And you laugh, cheeks pink with embarrassment
And I laugh
And you ask if we should grab food
And I want you to grab my face
Pull my cheeks pink with anticipation towards your mouth
It’s cold in your basement
We leave as coats and bundle into your car
My heart beats anxiously to the sound of the ticking heater
Under layers
Under skin
And I say to you, believing myself, “is there anyone else in the world anymore?”
And your smile mirrors mine
I think we’re 16. Or maybe a decade older.
With you, I can’t tell the difference.
And I don’t want you to sneak out in the morning
I want to hold your hand.
