Him

He fed me rum and played twister with my hair, perked me up and made me stare. When I saw him I noticed his perfectly voluminous hair. When he watched me lick his fingers all I could feel was dispair fleeting away from me like migrating monarchs towards southwest Mexico – although I don’t know if this will last all I can ask is if he fills me up with feelings I never knew I needed until he leaves me like the leaves that dare to change colors when the seasons erase into thin air. Don’t you dare ask me to feel you up on the stairs, don’t you dare talk to me like your mother when she was in her death chair just make it last till I dare to stare at your almost perfect hair.