she smiles minutely as i sit down
just enough for me to wonder
what's going on in her head
just enough to make me take
a few extra seconds to say anything
but we have a short conversation
at a table with other people
and before I leave
I realize
I've ended up breaking down
some huge walls for her;
she was the first sunset beach walk
I took with any girl,
the first time i decided
I would explain my feelings face to face,
and that same day
my first near-seizure
where i ended up flopping around on the floor
of the school bathroom, alone.
She was the first girl to invite me
to a party of any sort,
the first house other than mine I ever entered
the first family to adopt me.
four years and one girl has changed me so much
I think
as I walk back to class
as I do every second period,
I'm a creature of habit
and I thank anyone who has ever made me try anything new
and break them.




©Brandon Webb
2012

The goosebumps build slowly up my spine,
I just want you to be mine .

Sweet Romanace,
A soft caress,
A swelling feeling,
Deep in my chest.

My heart it races,
When your eyes meet mine,
It seems I'm flying,
But there's limited time.

This feeling so pure,
This touch electrifying,
I just want you so bad,
That inside I'm dying.

I know at night
Searching for your warmth,
You're always in arms reach,
but it feels so far.
You're an eternity away,
yet under the same sheet.
I simply roll closer,
Arms searching for skin.
Though it is dark,
Your silhouette is clear.
Briefly I hesitate,
Am I a comfort to you,
As you have become to me?
My arms close the gap.
Your skin it too warm,
My hands are too cold.
You sigh softly, content.
Our legs instinctively intertwine.
Then your hand closes around mine.
When did this become familiar?
Before I can really think,
I'm comforted by your touch.
Your breathing, so steady,
Matched by your heartbeat.
Then, without my consent,
Without my conscious present,
I begin dreaming.

Some days I feel like I'm dying, and sometimes I'm okay with it.

Start with:
        Airway, Breathing, Circulation,
        easy as ABC
they said.
        Perhaps they meant
                clear my throat,
                         slow my breathing,
                                        check my pulse.
                              I could have used
                 the advice, but
        there wasn’t time,
for him.
        Perhaps,   no.
               His pleading eyes
               will not fade in time,
                             and his sand soiled body’s
               last electric leap
        seems to hover
        still longer
        with each
        repetition.
        His blue lips
        still murmur
        words
        to me
        from the
        water.

-*BRD

I keep waiting by the phone.
It used to have a reason though.

But days have passed and I know not why I wait.
I simply wait.
A habit,
a force,
which makes me look to the screen at every ring,
for your name.
Though each other, we call no more.

Lost in a lover's maze of hope
your words twisting this way
turning with deft
deadening at I love you
but I'm not out yet

Where is the exit?
I can't be guided on words
lead me, show me, grab my hand..
take it in yours.
Your touch, your love, it knows the way.
Or will I stay forever playing this game?