how do our hazel eyes settle when the nights are too warm
belly up, floating joy comes over us

looking up through the times it means the most
and endless quarrel of expression

blinded by fear, quick bodies moving too fast
expectations wanting closure

these are the things that keep us up
staring into the hue
feeling the weight it takes for us to look up 
really look up

the humidity feeds our desire to stay where we are
these are the things that keep us here
these are the things that keep us exploring

trying to remember something you have yet to experience
do we have enough supplies

how far would you go to move it beyond the conversation 
you had with your friend late on a saturday night?


'friends who talk by cody cianfagna 2019