in that moment
that most precious moment
all moments disappear
and before me
truth fills the open coffers of my mind
and leaves upon me the most openness
that my heart is as wide, open I say
like a scar on a wounded soldier
yet his voice makes me feel
like that of a girl with a bright blue dress
I don’t know why
though to be with him colors are much brighter
mirth much more merrier
and the velvet complexion
of his softness consumes me
and I smell the scent of his hair
blinded by the tiger experience of his eyes
feel the slightest brush
of his fingers upon
the upturned romance of my plam
a 21st century Romeo
shall I return to school
and face a turmoil
or relent and let torment
by betray that has not led me there
then now I think
this is like another skin
and feel that I may fall victim
to an infinite permanence
of lives accepted
for when he speaks
I see his sentence
visible in the sky