Old Friend

I don't know where you found the guitar.

But as my cab pulled up you were sitting there strumming it.

You had a blazer on.

Peak 2010.

You saw my foot hit the pavement and your eyes swirled to mine.

The guitar was just a prop to keep your hands busy.

There was no recognition in it when you saw my arms swing down by my side.

We were friends.

Who liked to kiss in the darkness of a summery city.

And it satisfied me that you were waiting.

You were keeping a secret from me

but your hands on my shoulders pulling me in

spilled it out.

And we laughed as we ran

blood pumping through us

and you threw me on the bed

and kissed me like you were hungry for more than my body.