Side To Side

There was this song playing on the speakers in the bushes

and it turned all the tides

and the mood

and the entire disposition of this place

Then we became magnets

and I liked it that way

and we were of the belief that all Fridays should be like this

Our thoughts were consumed with the image of lips

and untouched skin

and anything less than those blue eyes became immediately unworthy of each other

and the flawless capabilities of making each other laugh interminably

but for now

for now, it was best if we just moved our hips alone

and slinked through our thoughts

and waited out the hunger

and moved our head from right to left in the shape of an orange slice

we were oh so, oh so, oh so

sure---