It’s escaped happy days for me, anyway.
Our suburban neighborhood mattered even less.
Moments of indecision burn minutes
which, without the hours,
shifts time through awkward kisses.
I should have glanced over my shoulder,
but love kills a buzz, losing interest in what’s right.
Your arrogance gaslights my psyche.
A fire in your gaze sparks your body’s curiosity.
We’ve got an hour to change.
(© 2022 AC)