Wait out until the fairgrounds close up like a shy-boy without his alcohol
and the city buses kneel at stops like the popular-girls behind garden sheds
I’ll choose to kiss you because our lips are a perfect fit
when God built them he banned them from meeting but the Devil 
he is a romantic 
Balloons to stars
moths to flame   
Hands to the sky
either way
Tonight is a beautiful disguise for something terrible
the hotel-lights will be left on all night because we do need to foot
the electric bill
and I would like to see(k) you(out)

In a manner of speaking
I am rotten to the core but the outside is good eating
you know I promise I can make your eyes roll like the lottery-slots at the casino
your eyes run like the golden-fountains you just wanted to take pictures in front of
I have always been a nomad at heart but your arms are campfires
from the cold of the world 
so I will stay around 

You are a mood-chameleon  
but to me each one of them is stunning 
In fact, I’d grow entirely bored if they weren’t so ever-changing 
So always be as you are
and I will always be as I am 
and with any luck 
we will always be as one