If you need me, I’ll be right here,
right where you left me,
in ’94.Familiar voices within,
somewhere stuffy, smokey, dim,
splashed with string lights,
right, they blink pink and red and white.Incense and oil,
your breath in toil, the scream,
my ears ring, and rings cling,
and my lips shudder right.Love … I’m right here,
right where you left me,
in ’94.Dewy face, hyperspace,
curls and a joker’s grin,
the palms, throat, and thighs,
trapped right in the well of those eyes.Melted ice and sweat,
the pulse and beat a threat,
such frenzy and heat,
and secrets to keep, but we’re right.Alright.
Right here,
right where you left us,
in ’94.
