kiss me. ( Listen to it while you read this poem)

dim lit,
guitar strings,
candles,
Ed Sheeran.

new voice,
to an old song.

a song I’ve sang
aplenty.

a soft chuckle,

bemused,

probably at my state,
of confused.

hands,
touching,
hands;

comforting.

my name,

no,

my nickname,

spoken confidently,

“ass.”
I sigh.