Your Sister Thinks I Love You

Your hands are warm around my arms
Your legs are warm against my legs
I look into your face then very
Quickly look away and my
Face follows my smile as it
Races past my cheeks
I am sat, elated, sheepish
Beside you on the step while your fingers
Inspect every dent in my skin
They make soft excursions up and down my arm
I kill days waiting for a glimpse of you
I carry you around on my
Palette and also in my
Guts and you are a heavy
Cargo, you are weightless
Overbearing and you ask me for honesty
I’m drunk, against a lamppost
I stagger, I’m falling, i
Stop and dial your number, I slur at you
It's light by now they’re
Setting up the market
I smoke heavily and let you
Soothe what others couldn’t soothe
This pointless anger and I tell
You that your sister thinks I love you "I
Don’t love you", I’m saying "don’t worry
I just think you’re great"
You laugh at me, it makes me laugh and I’m so
Pissed, my legs are weak but I feel immense
Invincible the dawn is fully dressed
It’s morning now and I wish
For you to fall against
I say "Me and you right, fuckin’, me
And you yeah, we’re the same pack
Same fuckin’ pack we are"
You say "If it’s just two, it’s
Not much of a pack, is it?"
Your sister thinks I love you, well
I tell you this for certain
I sit up late at nights and write you poems