How did I get pushed into love?
Pushed and pulled into love?
I didn’t want to go.
I wanted to take it slow.
I wanted to examine what it would mean.
Who pushed me? Who gave me a shove?
Who pushed me into love?
Today I’m changed. I feel I can get away clean.
I wasn’t ready for that shove.
The eyes got me thinking about love.
Looking into the eyes I wasn’t prepared for the shove.
What shoved me into love?
Will someone push me again?
Push me, like I was pushed back then?
I was pushed into her. We bumped.
We struck lips, we talked. We laughed. We humped.
Will someone push me again?
Easy, isn’t it? To love like I loved back then?
Like Mozart writes music: a childish laugh and a shove;
You push two together and say come on, you two. Love.
But when the evening ends, you put the instrument in its case.
You look at the person and the embarrassment starts up in the face.
You hope for another good shove. One more good shove.
You hope. But what is hope? Hope is something. But hope isn’t love.