Different from What I’m Used to

But I could get used to
your fingertips on mine
reaching across the table
like the cheesy movies do

Wrap my hair around them
shape every coil, every twirl
pick up a bottle on the way
and make dinner for two

Dust off the red suspender
light up the jasmine candle
watch it flicker to the gentle
beat of your chest, surrender

Grapes and tea in the morning
no sugar or honey needed
‘cause when I taste it off your lips
it’ll be already sweetened

A feeling long forgotten,
what’s it like to renew?
when my walls know I
can’t do that with anyone
but with you I would.