It is the urgency I adore
The impatience; the
carelessness
You and I blinded by need
Oblivious to decorum
We embarrass patrons of hotel elevators
Your hands/my hands
Reckless
Our parched lips
Seeking an oasis
Your sweaters and jeans
Strewn across the floor
Turned
Inside out
Days later the whirlwind comes back to me
Vivid flashbacks
Turning me
inside out