Be ready for this. You're not. I know.
I'll stare right through your bullshit until you can't but stutter before my face.
Disarming, I'd like to be, for you.
I had a baby in my dreams, and she had blue eyes. She clung to me.
I swung on a tree and you wouldn't make it stop even though I was
begging you, panting, "stop, stop, stop, please"
You heard me, but you did not stop. We swung and saw only the sky and felt
dizzy.
When we jumped off the branch, you wrapped your arms around me.
We smiled. We were happy.

We made a baby together. We braved it. We wanted eachother.
We actually wanted eachother.