This Is The Piano Dropping

thinking of all the times I should have kissed you,
I got a brain freeze.
Your lips are two cherry slurpees
and darling,
it is hot in Texas.

But I stayed thirsty.
This dust-bowl throat
Tongue made of tumbleweed
I got used to state of nothing
the gavel in my jaw
was stuck in mid-air
when it dropped
the jury in your cheekbone
chiseled guilty into my palms

Oh shucks.
My thoughts ice-cube
when I think of you.
It’s the only time I can’t
break the ice.
I’ll break a mirror for you.
Seven years of bad luck
ain’t bad.
Not when you smile like that.
I really should have kissed you
when I had the chance.

Your tongue was a beautiful bow,
but it wasn’t Christmas.
and I wasn’t sure
if you asked for me, yet.
You’re on my list.
Whether you like it or not,
I like you.
Whether it’s all for not,
is not a knot
I will untie today.

It is hot
It is Texas
and the heat,
won’t let me go.