Tiny ions bounce off one another, making fluorescent light

Mind the gap as we step on the elevator, where your skin is milky-white

I am your night off

I am your drive home

I am the cool between your sheets

I am your first pick

I'll be your last kiss

In my arms, you'll never know defeat

I am your elegant, life-escape procedure

Hear me out

Hear me now

Pushing 20

Approaching 60 at the on-ramp

Feeling sheepish at the signals I sent

I'll meet your fingers at the gearshift

Your palms are sweaty

It was done with the fullest intent

Tiny ions press into one another, as your lips press into mine