Let your hair down, lady in the tower

Heavy-eyed, typing
too late. All that
inspiration from earlier,
gone. Let's be
straightforward then.
I know 
both of us long for old times.
Freedom, foolishness,
freefalling. Its easy to forget
every sweaty morning spent
trying to forget last night's
anonymous kiss
or the newest shitty
relationship our families
want to forget- now,
while it may be
fragile
at least its real. While I unconsciously
tap my fingers on her neck,
stopping short
her breath
with kinesthetic intimacy,
it all feels like a fairy tale. Remember
though
sometimes, its a cautionary one...