Small Talk

Standard

Nice weather we’re having
Not that I can see beyond your eyes
But it must be warm
Light sweat all over me
Mouth as dry as the Vegas strip
Not sure what I’m talking about
But you’re smiling so it must not matter
It doesn’t matter to me
I’d stand here with you in a violent storm of hail
Giddy and bleeding

©A. D. Joyce, 2014