I believe that is my
smile on your cheeks
and my heart in
your fist that you
are toying with so
uncautiously
but it's fine with me
as long as you
steer me from
false pretenses and
away from idealisism
in the shape of you & me
because you create a
monumental collision in my
insides and all you have
to do is hand me
a few words across
156.46 miles of telephone wires