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Until Noon



I can feel the distance,

But my body craves you.

I am howling at the moon,

Hoping you love me until noon.

It’s winter, and everyone is covering up,

But I will drop every single layer for you.

Will you make the bedpost creak?

Like the way we break our Duolingo streak?

Or will you be my Count,

And leave your marks on my neck?

Will you drink away my life force,

Or give me your immortal kiss?

Who would care about saving it for daylight?

We are creatures of this starry night.

Will you save me with your sword,

Be my Guinevere’s Sir Lancelot?

These boys keep talking about getting high at the pub.

Would you do me the honour
of the Mile High Club?

Will you track my curves like an F1 circuit?

Or be like kids fighting over the gully cricket?

Come get me, while the night is still young,

And we erase the distance
with our tongues.

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