I (still) Do ...(fuck?)

July   of   '05
  it was already past  my curfew
   but like most nights
 I could barely  care less

 as we stood there
   bodies separated  by your backyard  fence
the wire intertwined     like our fingers
   above it        and   below   the surface

  our hearts touched   as our minds crossed

 my lungs dropped   to match your jaw
then we'd both draw        breath     (conclusions)

I thought   I knew   what you wanted to say
  like most times     (I was right
   but like every time        I never said anything)

 I never said anything

I wanted to wait     hear the words in your voice
before I     (rinse   lather)     repeated     deeper     with a too