Knees colliding
Tennis skirt riding up
Revealing where I cut the night before
Eyes locking
Second guessing the hue in your irises
All while reciting stories dating back to my teens
Taste lingering
Fighting to win your upper lip
When ever did you teach me to assert dominance?
Teeth gnawing
Cradling your jaw as if it’s life altering
An amalgam of crescent smiles and crescent marks
Hair knotting
Us laying tangled for evermore
Childlike giggles echo through the corridors
Buttons unfastening
A sudden jerk — but of calmness
Butterflies in the belly were glorified anyway
Ankles twisting
Excitement slowly kicking in
I no longer care if I am breaking the fourth wall
Skin peeling
I have never written this raw
No metaphors attached; I will call it what it is
~Poem 37
