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Poem # 9

  • May 13
  • 2 min read

Juxtaposition

Of you next to me

Everest and a knoll


You’re looking like my next goal

And now I wanna write you

In the highest regard

Put you up in the clouds

And watch from down on the ground


Tell me about the concert 

That you went to the night we met

Swapping bad dad jokes

It’s so much fun

Laughing about that terrible movie

We saw on our first date

After I got sick

And rescheduled super late


Tell me all about that summer camp

Where I’m sure the kids all think you’re super cool

I bet they would if they knew your dreams

And may they watch you commentate

Sports games they might play

And let me remind you of the day

You called me hot for being an athlete

Tennis balls to the wall


Making dirty jokes

‘Til one of us cracks

But neither will back down

Complaining about living with our parents

With the air too hot due to no AC

And we stayed in the car til 4 am

With you I feet so seen


From the outside I look a little crazy

Dragging you out to bars

Half the time you don’t even know where we are

And I surprise you with my unhinged wild card

But you’re still humouring me

Still not leaving

And slowly thieving my heart from me


Then we’re intertwined

For about an hour you’re mine

And you’re pulling me into you

Making me want more

Making me want you

Showing me it’s not every man

That patience is more than expectation

That a kiss is more than just our lips

It’s astral, it’s phenomenal

I hope you let me have more of this


Could we play for keeps?

It’s not that far out of reach

Given time, given peace

Or is it deaf ears?

That my speech falls upon

With my misguided heart

I’m not afraid to run

Don’t let me get confused

Please, don’t let me be wrong

 
 
 

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