Feb 2014
It was an average day in May
I think that’s right, I hope that’s right.
For it was an important day, that day.
The sun beat down on my wearied shoulders
As I made the repetitive journey
Up and down that sloping hill
The one that we would later come to stumble up together
Do you remember that?
The mud clad ascent
‘Rock climbing’ by the river
Bent double in hysterics,
Hysteria that is now past recollection
How easy I am for you to draw in
when you laugh
Like that time I couldn’t contain myself
and snorted as a pig does when it finds itself excited
How I feared your reaction!
My innermost psyche cowering from you until I could not hide it anymore.
You thought I was frightened by the alien world of the cinema screen.
The next time that I feared for us was in your room.
How I adored and envied your
nerve as you kissed me
surrounded by all of your childhood dreams and fantasies
seconds away from a definite exclusion
I was yours and that was enough
I yearned, longed, wished for time to stand still, unmoving
As we whirled around among the gentle shards of grass
as it grazed our harmonious ankles.
Clasping each other, in that first summer,
young hearts
nervous of the power of this new emotion,
emotions.
Coursing through our arteries, catching on our breath,
seeping through our skin.
I guess this explains our hesitation at my house the first time that you stayed over.
Feelings I first discovered in that first month,
May 2012.
I was weak to your simple philosophy for life
Your extraordinary ability to shed new light
on every subject that passed our lips.
You unpeeled my exterior layer
Like an orange.
My core, penetrated only once before,
negative, unforgiving. Now harder than ever.
With complete and utter happiness
I let the walls fall down.
And now, how warm the coldest of nights are.
I would bare any amount of the cold to be besides you.
Even when I drool on your chest and you don’t mind.
The laughter that explodes when you impersonate people
Or say ‘boom’ in a funny context.
To feel the alluring taste of your breath on my neck
As you smile and tell me you that you love me.
Such simply things.
"How my stomach floods with waves of nostalgia and a taste
of everything that we have had to live without."
But I can wait.
I think that’s right, I hope that’s right.
For it was an important day, that day.
The sun beat down on my wearied shoulders
As I made the repetitive journey
Up and down that sloping hill
The one that we would later come to stumble up together
Do you remember that?
The mud clad ascent
‘Rock climbing’ by the river
Bent double in hysterics,
Hysteria that is now past recollection
How easy I am for you to draw in
when you laugh
Like that time I couldn’t contain myself
and snorted as a pig does when it finds itself excited
How I feared your reaction!
My innermost psyche cowering from you until I could not hide it anymore.
You thought I was frightened by the alien world of the cinema screen.
The next time that I feared for us was in your room.
How I adored and envied your
nerve as you kissed me
surrounded by all of your childhood dreams and fantasies
seconds away from a definite exclusion
I was yours and that was enough
I yearned, longed, wished for time to stand still, unmoving
As we whirled around among the gentle shards of grass
as it grazed our harmonious ankles.
Clasping each other, in that first summer,
young hearts
nervous of the power of this new emotion,
emotions.
Coursing through our arteries, catching on our breath,
seeping through our skin.
I guess this explains our hesitation at my house the first time that you stayed over.
Feelings I first discovered in that first month,
May 2012.
I was weak to your simple philosophy for life
Your extraordinary ability to shed new light
on every subject that passed our lips.
You unpeeled my exterior layer
Like an orange.
My core, penetrated only once before,
negative, unforgiving. Now harder than ever.
With complete and utter happiness
I let the walls fall down.
And now, how warm the coldest of nights are.
I would bare any amount of the cold to be besides you.
Even when I drool on your chest and you don’t mind.
The laughter that explodes when you impersonate people
Or say ‘boom’ in a funny context.
To feel the alluring taste of your breath on my neck
As you smile and tell me you that you love me.
Such simply things.
"How my stomach floods with waves of nostalgia and a taste
of everything that we have had to live without."
But I can wait.
