Unfinished poem
A Late Afternoon Spent by the Rain-Drenched Window of a Very Quiet Library
His hands in my hair
Stir me from my reading.
-I’ve always loved your hair.
-Why?
-Because its golden.
That’s something I’ve never had.
But being around you…
It’s almost like having it for myself.
My white and peach finger
Meandering up his fleshy pink cheek.
-I’ve always loved your eyes.
-Why?
-Because they’re blue.
-Yours are better.
Blue is passé.
Haven’t you heard?
Green is the new blue…
Beautiful, but mysterious.
Cheeky grin
-Oh yeah?
Been reading Cosmo, have we?
-Aha…
I think I’m in love with you.
-Why?
-Because you’re you.
And you is a beautiful thing.
My cheeks tingle
And the rain crashes against the glass.
-Well, I think I’m in love with you too.
Boyish eyes sparkle
-Why?
-Because you have blue eyes.
His hands in my hair
Stir me from my reading.
-I’ve always loved your hair.
-Why?
-Because its golden.
That’s something I’ve never had.
But being around you…
It’s almost like having it for myself.
My white and peach finger
Meandering up his fleshy pink cheek.
-I’ve always loved your eyes.
-Why?
-Because they’re blue.
-Yours are better.
Blue is passé.
Haven’t you heard?
Green is the new blue…
Beautiful, but mysterious.
Cheeky grin
-Oh yeah?
Been reading Cosmo, have we?
-Aha…
I think I’m in love with you.
-Why?
-Because you’re you.
And you is a beautiful thing.
My cheeks tingle
And the rain crashes against the glass.
-Well, I think I’m in love with you too.
Boyish eyes sparkle
-Why?
-Because you have blue eyes.