Untitled #8

Untitled #8

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Cheese and wine go hand in hand

Like Chai and White Mocha

Like Sushi, Sake and Sex

Like you and I or you and me,

It depends on your grammar

It doesn’t depend on a precious metal

Wrapped around your finger

Between the first and second knuckle

On the fourth finger from the right

Hand in hand

Knuckle to knuckle

I am not the contents of my wallet,

But there is a picture of you in there

The one with my reflection in your eyes

I feel like a part of you

You are a part of me

Peas and carrots have nothing on us

Fried chicken and watermelon are painted envious

I’m your Dixie Chicken and you’re my Southern Waffle

Sweet Tea is you and me,

But it depends on your grammar

I’m slightly bitter and you’re too sweet

Hip to hip,

Your right and my left

That’s not the definition of love,

But we can take that walk,

If I can smell your breath in the morning

Gross,

But I’m twelve

Ignore the grey

Life isn’t a box of chocolate without you

I know what I will get

I don’t like chocolate anyway,

But for you I’d eat Willie’s factory

You and me could be a Golden Ticket,

But it depends on your grammar

Knuckle to knuckle

Hip to hip

Heart to heart

You eat mine and I eat yours

It’s not too hot in the kitchen,

But only because you’re there

By my side is where you belong

Not in my pocket

You’re not the only content in my wallet,

But you’re the most valuable

Maybe I am the content of my wallet,

But I am not my fucking khaki’s