Look like something I could float on
And when u laugh
That dimple winks at me
As if it knows I’m waiting for it
And if I’m close enough
I can hear your heartbeat
A rhythmic melody
A Smooth and consistent lullaby.
And your hands
Textured and thoughtful
Creeping up my thigh
Just enough to get warm.
I let them stay there long enough
And then I push them to their destination.
So you can explore me in detail
And turn me into a poem.
Do you taste as sweet
as your smile?
Are your sheets
as fresh as your 11’s?
Can I find out?
Fall into your bed
like a free spirit falling into
a field of dandelions
I bet you look like gold
under a yellow sun
for the night.
Let me find out.
You stop me in the hallway
After first period and tell me that you can’t
take me to winter ball cause I’m too flat chested
I locked my door and cried into the tissue
that I used to stuff my bra.
You always hug that girl
who comes to school in heels
so I arched the soles of my feet over the rejection
and the pain wasn’t even worth your attention.
“Why is your hair so short?”
So I burned my ears
before I learned to fold them down
To set things straight,
It’s not short,
But I couldn’t fit it into the ponytail that I could twirl
while you asked me to winter ball.
So in high school
I put glue in my hair
forcing what I wish I was
to be bonded to what I am.
I cried because I thought I was dying
My mom told me that’s just my period
So I laughed with my friends about it
as we bonded over woman things and talked about
losing our virginity
at winter ball.