he looks for her
between the thighs
of girls whose faces he cant
make out in the dark

if i fall in love with you
know that it won't be like the love you see on tv screens
know that my love is subtle
my love is calm, like the ocean,
my love is not backs pressing against walls
my love is not bruise-like marks on collarbones
my love is the brushing of fingertips
my love is the rushing of blood onto shy cheeks

know that when i fall in love with you
my love will not be explicit
i will not tell you i love you
i will let the shy glaces
and the interlacing of our hands speak for me

know that when i love you
you will know

oh, what a delicate soul you are
how i long to explore the halls and
corridors
how i long to be with you

i am unconsiously
looking for him
in the nooks &
crevices of you .