Will she dance with me?
I believe —
The line of her neck as she reads ‘cross the room
… honey won’t taste as sweet.
I believe —
Does she tease me?
I believe —
The form of her hand in her glove as she waves
… I’m alive in the heat.
I believe,
were
it not for her
inferior
mother,
I’d be in danger.
Second song from the ongoing Ardent album now live at bandcamp.