nanana na nana

Skin remembers the way it feels
when cold and touch combine
when fireflies and dark night skies
bring memories to rewind.

I breathe the moon
and evermore, relax
under the weight
of counter-clauses
html, and countless figure eights.

leopard print and camouflauge
will dance under the stars
and we'll hold back when we get the call
from behind iron bars

masking nervous options
with a rocket pop or eight
and seventeen of us will crash
until the hours count too late

driving home was never smart
but we make it all the same
and in the morning
we'll pretend
we don't remember names