Ultimatum

Summer’s whispering goodbye, 

things aren’t nearly as sweet as before.  

You told me.

That’s ok, I forgive you. 

We’re gonna be lovers, you and I, 

and I don’t care what you make of that. 

I’m gonna put your face between my hands, 

press our cheeks together

and whether or not we like it, 

we’ll love each other back.

No doubt about it,

no wiggle room. 

Sorry about my demands,

words spinning everywhere, 

this desire for solace and solitude. 

We’re gonna be lovers anyways, 

you and I.