I wonder if you feel the same tension as I can

In this roughly 700 square foot apartment

The same serenity that settles your mind

When you find me asleep on the couch

The same butterflies in your stomach

When I flash a sleepy grin in the morning

The same desire to be the bottles or cigarettes

Pressed to my pursed lips

The same shivers down your spine

When your skin brushes against mine

Am I solely suffocating on this air

Thick with lust and longing

SWD 07/2019

Updated 03/2020