Little clues for what women want

Little clues

little clues for you

about my little secrets

that’s my response to your

Little clues

Little clues for me

about your little secrets

you won’t tell me

You say you’ll tell me if

—do you know what an known unknown is? If you don’t I’ll tell you

And I’ll say no, I don’t know what a known unknown is,

and you’ll say ha! You know. You gave the answer.

I don’t know if it’s your joke, but it’s funny.

Women are confusing to you

I am confusing to you. So let me explain

to your heart full of torments

you say you’ve never loved, and I’d believe you,

if you said this after you cleared off all your torments.

But let me tell you about the things I think about at night, to clear away my own little torments

Little clues for you

about my little secrets

about what goes on in my little heart

I think of candles, and how the little flame moves about, and how almost nobody really knows what combustion is

and i think about how at restaurants you would play with the candles

and i started playing with the candles, and other people give me funny looks, but I stole this from you

i think about how you like LED lights, and these are underrated

but sometimes i try not to think of you, and what you like

not when i am trying to clear myself of torments from you

i think about the fig candles i have, that you’ve never seen

i think about the coldness of the air

and the lamps i have my friends have bought me when they realized i collect lamps

i think about how feather dusters look like tails, and they should make a play with some foxy ladies dusting around

i think about soft kisses in the rain

and squeezing me closer

and moving in closer to you

and then i get sad again because now this has something to do with you,

and so i start over