On The Island With Cotton
The summer. Oh the summer is upon us already. And it's four more hours of school before summer. Before my crush has come back to me at last!
The winter has separated me from summer but she is back and she is beautiful. I've missed her more than I realized. Oh how I adore her. She is fun and playful and unbelievably hot. I wish I could be everything that she is, but I'm more than satisfied to simply love her as I do.
Reading through my yearbook notes made me realize just how lucky I am. I've thought I've been losing friends this year as I shifted my attitude about life, but as it turns out I've made more friends who are there for me than ever. I'm really glad that I've managed to capture their hearts like they have mine.
My poem that I presented for the poetry slam:
Her glance
more pleasure
than the hands of
a thousand lovers
caressing
my body
in the summer night
hot only
from the way our
bodies collide
You, the lover
to my body
could never love my soul
The way you
move
against me
satisfies
my body
but I would never
wrap my arms
around you to
embrace you
She is
She is more
than any lover
She is more
than any body
If I could have her
against me...
Beauty
Fragility
The moonlight on her naked body
Her hair falling
Her lips on me
She is
This feeling
that
surges through me
If I could
lay her down
gently
I would let her
have me
The pieces I keep
from you
I would give to her
I would
hold
her.
Loving you is
harsh, painful
man against my flesh
destroys
me.
This hard thing that comes between us
accusing me.
The way it displays itself
ugly
I hate that my body craves it
What I really crave...
The only thing that could really, truly satisfy me...
The softness of her body
Her round hips,
her waist,
smooth skin
She is warm, wonderful
She is
You are not
Apparently I got some girls a little hot in the audience which is a good thing. And no, I am not having troubles with Pat! This just a poem about loving a woman, and does not mean I do not love Pat.
Summer summer summer! I smell you when I open my window, I feel you against my skin when I sleep, I love you when I breathe you in. Looking back over the years of my life you were my first love. When my hair still had curls, when my arms were wrapped in floaties, when we switched bathingsuits, when I ran the track, when I jumped through the puddles, when I stayed up until the following day...I loved you first, summer.
I hope your dreams are sweet. I hope they come true!
Love,
Bug
The winter has separated me from summer but she is back and she is beautiful. I've missed her more than I realized. Oh how I adore her. She is fun and playful and unbelievably hot. I wish I could be everything that she is, but I'm more than satisfied to simply love her as I do.
Reading through my yearbook notes made me realize just how lucky I am. I've thought I've been losing friends this year as I shifted my attitude about life, but as it turns out I've made more friends who are there for me than ever. I'm really glad that I've managed to capture their hearts like they have mine.
My poem that I presented for the poetry slam:
Her glance
more pleasure
than the hands of
a thousand lovers
caressing
my body
in the summer night
hot only
from the way our
bodies collide
You, the lover
to my body
could never love my soul
The way you
move
against me
satisfies
my body
but I would never
wrap my arms
around you to
embrace you
She is
She is more
than any lover
She is more
than any body
If I could have her
against me...
Beauty
Fragility
The moonlight on her naked body
Her hair falling
Her lips on me
She is
This feeling
that
surges through me
If I could
lay her down
gently
I would let her
have me
The pieces I keep
from you
I would give to her
I would
hold
her.
Loving you is
harsh, painful
man against my flesh
destroys
me.
This hard thing that comes between us
accusing me.
The way it displays itself
ugly
I hate that my body craves it
What I really crave...
The only thing that could really, truly satisfy me...
The softness of her body
Her round hips,
her waist,
smooth skin
She is warm, wonderful
She is
You are not
Apparently I got some girls a little hot in the audience which is a good thing. And no, I am not having troubles with Pat! This just a poem about loving a woman, and does not mean I do not love Pat.
Summer summer summer! I smell you when I open my window, I feel you against my skin when I sleep, I love you when I breathe you in. Looking back over the years of my life you were my first love. When my hair still had curls, when my arms were wrapped in floaties, when we switched bathingsuits, when I ran the track, when I jumped through the puddles, when I stayed up until the following day...I loved you first, summer.
I hope your dreams are sweet. I hope they come true!
Love,
Bug