Lazy is the floor of desire
When bedded with the lie.
Hidden between the sheets of lust
Neither of us know why.
Naked are the hands that hold
To all we seem to have lost.
Fire consumes the material
So we’ll just wait for the frost.
We say we want what truly lasts
Hell bent to run from the storm.
You are allowed to wear that particular shirt
Just don’t stray too far from the norm.
He said something about forever
But he didn’t say it quite right.
I turned around to ask him
“Did you really come here to fight?”