Do you know how long it’s been
since I’ve written a piece of prose about a boy?
Do you know what it is that you do to me.
Of course not, you’re too damaged to see.
I can’t help but wonder - but long to know - what it would feel like; a kiss from you.
Your words are sharp and your tone bright.
But I bet your tongue would go down smooth; smooth as your liquor’d namesake.
I’ve seen the boy behind the mask. I know that heart is hurt and sensitive.
Let me heal you. Let me love you.











