Shane Allison

Enrique

I like you better with longer hair
When it falls past your ears,

How you occasionally blow it out of your face.
For me it’s those button dimples when you smile.

Yeah, I love you most when you’re drunk
And stumbling in a stall behind me

Where the streams of our piss
Pops in a pool of toilet water.

I remember our kiss
When you were kind enough to say,

No, I don’t want to lead you on.