Celebrity

She’s quite the celebrity,
but she diggin on me,
she hug like she mighty,
but she isn’t quite really.
She pushes me away,
and pulls me closer,
she doesn’t know if I’m bae,
she knows I’m a coaster.
The differing cultures worries her,
“Does he stay just as a friend”,
Inconsistency choreographer,
“Do I pursue him till the end?”
She grabs me, head on my chest,
kisses me, not too many times,
fighting demons with jest,
almost crossing lines.
“Friend, only?
“I’ll be however you want me”
I spin her around carefully,
she pretends to trip with glee.
We spin,
In your father’s house,
Does this finally begin?
MM 10.10.15
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