Kitchen Questions II: The 27 Club Remix

Do I like your tattoos?

Does an alcoholic love booze?

If I was a needle and you were the thread

Would we happily stitch a quilt for over our bed?

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Why does my heart carry the weight of a bolder?

But wait…you asked a question…

My mind panics and races for ascension.

Do I like your tattoos?

Any response feels like tipping canoes.

The years on your knuckles or the verse on your neck,

The bird in my ribcage’s unyielding peck.

If I was the ocean and you were a diver,

Would you run to me like a hider?

If my walls were too tall to scale,

Would you tear them down and pierce my veil?

Oh shit! You asked already

My heartbeat yearns, no longer steady. 

Do I like your tattoos? 

Do shoes come in twos?

If I could kiss every inch of your skin,

My happiness would feel like a win.

If I could learn your body like braille, 

My excitement could never fail.

If I offered you my beating soul

Would you insure your pocket had no hole

Before you set it inside? 

Fuck! Maybe I should run and hide.