phases

I found you bathing in the glow

Of an overhead projector glossing over Rococo

A sea of silk and pink and cake

And something in the darkness giving me a heartache

I watch you cross and uncross and re-cross your legs

Heart in my throat - oh wow wait no well this feels strange

And then I catch myself, repress I, let it go

It can't be no

Won't let it show

If it's a phase then I'm the moon