our shyness holds the words in our mouths
longer maybe that’s why they grow
but they start tumbling out of yours
given a few days warming

full of “rambly responses” you are
slowly some secrets fall out
and we’re becoming closer than our bodies
can press

pressing our heads together
when our words are finished
resting against each other
like people should

your cheeks take on a pink
that i can’t see in the dark
but warm mine
and we breathe together
in step so our hands don’t break