Wonderlust
It has everything to do with
your hat turned backward
Your careless gait- lanky, lean, calculated
Lips that part to reveal a comforting and inviting smile
The secret kept within your eyes of the way your hands
Move and grace the strings
You are above beer stained, tie-died t-shirts
Screaming sorority blonds pressed close
Cigarette- butted floors
But you came to play anyway
And it intrigues me
I know that you stay up until four
Long after the bars have closed
Only to fall asleep, the guitar still cradled
In your calloused fingers
And it occurs to me that it may not be possible
For you to look in the same way at a woman
With curiosity and wonder
When you wake up each morning
– written by Chloe