Hesitation

Hey. It's me. Let me in...
... or at least open the door?
Let's give it a shot...
I hate missed connections.

[But how can I hate them if I never knew?]

El Scorcho got it right-
but maybe I'm the one that's scared
... or maybe El Scorcho got it wrong,
and maybe I'm being stupid and you-
- you just don't care

I'm writing teenage style poetry
You're under my skin,
but I'd rather that you be on top of it.

Infatuation confused with love.
Scars waiting for wounds.

Wounds waiting for...
For what? Liquid bravery, or Serendipity?
The fates have not been kind for a while.
Don't hold your breath.

But maybe El Scorcho got it right.
Maybe you're my great perhaps.
Perhaps.