kay, eye, ess, ess, eye, enn, gee

A band

of banjo, harmonica and stompin' boots on wooden floors

reminds me of you...

hillbilly music of south carolina, and I like it.

I like your beard,

your flannel shirts,

and the way you always smell like camp fires

and maple

and nicotine.

I'd have a good time in a forest,

damp

dark

drinking whiskey from the bottle...

if it was with you.

i feel almost invincible when I'm around you.

wild. no cares. just adventure.

i wish I wouldn't tire so easy anymore.

i'd have more opportunity that way...

I wonder sometimes if we'll ever kiss?

Nobody would see.

Nobody would know.

Not our friends.

Just us.

Our secret.

And our band... of banjo, harmonica and stompin' boots on wooden floors...

would write the song,

about our drunkin, secret kisses.

your beard resting against the crevice of my neck.

warm and holy.

xo

lo

i like writing moments.