Lie Down NOW

Five fingers stretched across a table top.
Measuring the width of all that’s lost.
Seamless dresses flutter in the warm wine summer.
Heat ripens the need to get closer, over beer.
Long fingers and big hands and four feet and broken shoes.
Exploring different positions for a comfortable end.
Roll the windows down, it isn’t as dark yet,
To cover all that you try and hide.
Shake my hand and walk out and don’t turn back.
Lest we expose the distance we’re trying to cover.
Run back though. Find and borrow.
What was lost in words, we’ll fit into sentences.
If it makes sense, so be it final for consumption.
Or we’ll ruminate.
A little further, beyond the windscreen and the ugly shadow of a building,
We’ll get lost in the labyrinth of we and us and me and you.
Don’t get lost. Forewarn the instinct.
Think hard, you never promised.
Aren’t you clever? Smirk if you will.
I’m going anyway.
Almost ready?
Yeah, thought as much.