It was wet, cold, and, unstable.
The moment was unpredictable.
I was warm the other was not.
Holding the other was pleasurable but to keep warm.
Darkness drowned their faces.
Light shown from the sky and a faraway post.
The hat was in the way but for the perfect reason.
Even though darkness was everywhere I still saw two green.
Looking far in the two green I felt home. I felt warm.
To lean in and they turn away was really a gift.
Wait untill all parties are ready.
Then both parties lean in and no smile must be made befor hand.
Waching the other shiver made my warmness fade.
Holding the other from behind was so fitting.
They said it was neither wrong or right.
Having the softness at the tips of lips is the wildest dream.
To be pushed away was hurting. But truning around was healing.
To walk back half past the last call was a walk to remember.
Holding the waist keeping the other near and close was gold.
That point I was listing to Johnny "stay gold".
I don't mean to throw anyone out of their comfortzone.
But when I stay gold you are a gem. I will treat you as such.
The other deserves to be treated better then she is by others.
I will fight for that and I will be that.
It was wet, cold, and unstable.
Now just compicated.


-unnamed