I See You
I See You
I see you.
Sitting there.
Still. As if you have no idea what’s coming.
What are we?
Friends?
Enemies?
I’ve spent entire nights, no weeks, trying to understand you.
Sometimes I even feel like I’m making progress.
It’s not like you’ve been around long.
A couple years, but what’s that in the grand scheme?
It’s clear you’re gonna be around a lot longer though.
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If I let you stay. And I will.
I’m not sure I even really have a choice anymore. I’m as much yours as you are mine.
This is a forever thing.
We are going to be spending a long time together, you and I.
I might take you out eventually. My friends and family all know about you, they’d just prefer I didn’t bring you around too much.
You tend to be a bit loud and showy for their tastes.
To be honest, I’m not sure I want to be seen in public with you.
Yet.
We can work on that though. Or not.
Maybe I just want you for myself.
Stay home, relax together.
You can sit on my lap. We can play a little, or a lot.
My resolve evaporates.
You let out the tiniest whine as I wrap my hand around your neck.
I lift.
Enough to bring your entire body off the floor and hold you like that, dangling as I take in the curves of your body.
It’s a sight I don’t ever seem to get tired of, but I’m all done just looking.
I pull your body against mine, and hold you there a moment, readjusting my grip on your neck as I turn your back to my front and let your weight fall against me.
Our shapes fit together as they were meant to.
We do our thing.
You don’t hold back and neither do I.
Who cares what the neighbors think.
This is our time. Our music.
This goes on until I am no longer capable of holding you. Reluctantly I put you down, disconnect your cables and power down my amp.
