Glue

Short stupid Sunday 2am blues
Keep me glued to you
Like visible invisible smiles
Or a line of short stupid poetry
Too slow to action inaction too
If you touch me would I
Could I
Run from you
If I weren't glued
Feet in cement
Stuck to this stupid spot
A futon not quite built for two
Like invisible visible smiles
That shine from your lips
A silly illusion
Short stupid Sunday 2am blues
Keep me glued to you
Unfingered
Unfiltered forbidden glances
We haven't touched for days
Aware of every illusion
Slow to inaction's actions
Blind to movement to my left
My right too
Feet stuck in thick cement
If I touched you
Would you could you stay
Or would I could I
Need to use this glue