Polikon

Logistics. Hair.Smiles. We're not grown-ups, And we're not supposed to know how This all works. Awkward. Comfort. I'm okay with making an idiot of myself in your arms. After all, we're strangers, We're not supposed to know How to do each other's math. You love me as much as I like you. It works because in every other way You have the upper hand. Instruction. Experience. Can you tell I've never done this before? Just add water, sleepy arms, And sharp-edged eyeglasses. no one gives a shit about How we met.