captain, oh my captain

Weak and warm and fumbling for keys.
You spoke to me first, you asked me my name.

And I forgot to be coy and I forgot to play games,
I only saw you there and wanted to know your name.

So we can call each other like we've been friends for years,
and maybe one day I'll even remember your middle name, or at least initial.

Eyes are raw from rubbing and running them over you,
lips are chapped from wind and cold and running from you.

The rhymes have grown dull
and names keep groping to find their way
into a story.

Briley, you caught my heart too strongly and I fought from your hold,
and Richard, I never imagined I'd be fighting for your hand.

This is incoherent and broken and foolish, unpolished and probably juvenile.
I never imagined my nights would end with aching and wishing and rum running down.