Mr. President (Our inside joke from 2010)
You remind me of a Cage the Elephant song
With your dry wit and boyish orneriness
Back when your blonde hair curled past your temples
And your blue eyes glistened every time I’d make you laugh
The way you would stay awake at night to watch me sleep
Lying, stating it’s because you couldn’t find rest
But I knew you watched me with such tenderness you were afraid to honor
When occasionally you would brush my hair away from my eyes
Gentle fingertips grazing past my ears
How every time I pressed my face into your flannel
You smelt warm like cedar mingled with some fancy cologne
But when your clothes were off you smelt like the rain
Sinewy muscles dotted with freckles and moles I’d trace when I’d kiss you
The tip of your nose always touching mine and how this always made you smile
Your thin lips were always moist and longing against mine, but you also seemed lonely
You had this almost feral heat and desire when you were with me, but it was always mixed with something gentle
I still can’t guess what that to be