Was it all just for fun 
when we laid underneath the stars 
and you admitted how my taste 
wouldn’t be the worst that your mouth has lingered on 
and how that possibilty isn’t so far

and was it really as casual 
as our previous talks 
had simply stated before 
when you spilled out your guts and heart 
and threatened to appear 
hands full, at my door 

how could you claim such a longing 
as something so simple 
so casual 
when your hands wrapped around my neck 
with a hunger so present 
when your eyes lit up 
casually of course, at my presence

but of course
you are not a poet 
and you are not a dreamer
and you could not even fathom 
the word linger
so your brain could only comprehend 
one way to clasify us 
along with your brain, 
you called us simple 
but truly, in your heart, 
do you believe we were just casual?