I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time we kissed.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time you whispered in my ear.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time we kissed. You were hungry, you nibbled on my lip like an ear of roasted corn. Elote. You called me your cute little Elote.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time you whispered in my ear. It sounded like spring melting into summer. Hot, sweet, a short dream.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(You told me I was your Kawliga… you told me we got it made, we were made to be. The first time we kissed, you kissed me… like you would a petal on a rose.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(When did you last fuck me? When did you hear my bell ringing? That intense drumming reverberating in your very core? I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(I love you. Last time we spoke. I love you, Thus spoke, Zarathustra, you read it to me. I hated it. I love you.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(No, I hate you. /please don’t look me in my pained eyes with that utter disdain, those eyes who melted my soul into a quiet river, I’m a man, but even I can have my heart broken/ You love me like a love song, baby, baby, baby.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time you said hello, I heard I love you. The last time you said I love you, it felt like goodbye. No more hot summer corn. Just windy, red days that cut through my heart beat.)

I want to hear, more importantly, I want to believe.

(First time we kissed.)

I heard a bunch of music, it was new music. Like magic. Like hot summer nights and the light colored glass of my aunt’s tinted windows hitting our grasping forms.

(First time we kissed.)

It’s a religion, feeling our sins, like rain.