Our lips mesh together
There's nothing to say
This Tinder endeavor
Was going okay
In bed there's weather
Bodies on display
I'm hoping this tether
Is going to stay
I'm pruning my feathers
You shed your skin gray
Pride hides in leathers
When you push away
You say space is better
I work-out and pray
Pruning this letter
I think back to May
(What you want is)
The last day of May
(Deep inside, like that time)
Our very first date
(We went to Rye)