first date -
butterfly flies
into a house
of awkwardness and nervousness
of feelings
and touched skins
and unsaid compliments

with sweat
and the light speed
of heartbeats,
in the middle of
loud murmurs
and heart blistering glances,
our hands intertwined.
with sweat
and a couple of
soft pink feelings,
i felt like we could do anything-
everything.

a beautiful poet
dancing ballet
she tells about her favorite pet
of her dull books and a big secret

a beautiful poet
dancing ballet
on the bright red carpet
she makes me forget
about my regret


a.d.

love is not a word -
it's the feeling of butterflies
in your stomach
and the script of perfect
'will never be's
you play over and over again
late night when you can't fall asleep

love is in your eyes-
it's bright red
sparkling with lust and infatuation
i see it every time

at late night
when you need
two layers of blanket
because the night
is f r e e z i n g
c o l d
i will not give
you one
i will hold you
and talk about
the stars
and let you
sleep on my chest

so you know
what true
w a r m t h
feel like

t                  h
           e    y            s          a y    
        t   hey     kn    ow lo    ve
       but wh en    th    ey s     ee
        two boys   holding their
           ha    nds i   n     lov  e
                why do they on
                    ly say it is
                        a sin
                           ?