Sober high.

Font, lets not touch.
Words, lets not speak.
Actions, we may see.
Trust, we may seek.


Windows, seats and covers fly.
Warmth of the bench, won't make us shy.
So, does a mouth that doesn't talk?
Know how to breach, my inner walls.


Winds you caused, rains you brought.
Not once have I had a second thought.
Imagine deeper, a similar suit.
You smell like a dream, and hurt like a fruit.


Least, I say, I do the more.
Worrying away has left me sore.
In the violent purple skies,
I feel anesthetized, but I shall try.