Pancakes

Your hand reminds me of August
Warm and damp like the air when we met
Box braids and an ally shirt
Cut halfway down your midline
You slapped me on the ass and I thought
We'll get along fine

Sometimes the curve of your smile
Looks like a rainbow
Your presence poses a question
I thought I'd answered before
I'm not sure what to make
Of our lipstick exchange last night
Passion can taste so similar to wine

Lately I've been dropping hints
By wearing pink, yellow and blue
I hoped that you would read my lips
'Cause I'm not sure how to tell you
So I tell you

That I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
Thinking you'll know what that means
I like the glances when we're out walking
I asked your roommate and she agrees
That you could be my kindergarten girlfriend
People already think
That I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
I thought you'd know what that means
So that's what I told ya
Yeah I thought I told ya

I thought my queer coded riddles made it pretty clear
And when we kissed drunk last weekend
You said do it again when we're sober
I brought it up in the dining hall
And you barely even blinked
Now I'm trying to figure out if the friendship sailed
Before I make it sink
I've been talking about Pride
Instead of swallowing mine
And telling you the truth
I'm wondering if I stole that kiss
Or if you wanted it too
So I half-ass ask by putting my hand
The same way I always do in yours
Pretending that my butterflies equate your answer
I thought I made it clear
When I said

I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But no one knows what that means
It means I like dancing with you on weekends
I asked your roommate and she thinks that
You could be my kindergarten girlfriend
If I just said something
So I said I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But no one knows what that means

But I couldn't stay silent
I kept poking the flame
Talking about boys and asking
Why don't you love me
Then I wrote a whole letter
About our friendship 'cause I caved
To my story of rejection
When I never asked the question
So I have a confession

I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
Let me tell you what that means
It means how 'bout that kiss we had last weekend
Where are we standing
'Cause I don't wanna lose you as a friend
Now I'm not sure what to do
'Cause I said I like pancakes on Sunday mornings
But I never said I like