Conversations in a darkened room. The lack of lighting sure does help, but does it hide what my body says to you?

And every sentence is so liquored up. The taste of gin as I suck the words back in, have I said too much?

Will you take me home, and undress this state?

In the light of the gallery, every cell becomes exposed on display all of me.

Hung above loving lips, pressing down on a bare chest. It's not easy to hold together seams that for so long have been stretched.

Will you take me home, and undress this state?
Through the rattling bones of this ribcage, can you catch the sparks from secrets set alight?

And hearts aren't made to last.
Or hide all of your dark.