It’s tempting to kiss her. but how much would you laugh if i did?
How much would the world scream and shout and break my bones?
How much would i enjoy it? & with that. I smile.
You see delusions are fun. Devilish. Exciting.
& Around her i’m nervous; I stutter. & the dreams I’d like to get across skim and crash upon the floor like crazed Kamikazes shot down by the look in her eyes.
It doesn’t matter I guess. I wont kiss her. Not yet.
Maybe it’s too easy. Maybe she’d just say yes. Maybe she thinks the same & likes to tease and play and stroke with that delightful hair just to make me squirm. Maybe.
But i doubt it.
She laughs and she plays and she calls my name, though how much would she run if she knew of the devil?
Last night her sister kissed me. A slow delicate playful little mouth. A snake from my youth. That’s what i pondered as our tongues intertwined.
but i didn’t like her.
I mean she was sexy in a strange, unfathomable way…& that made her laugh. or maybe it was tears.
i never did see her again.
So now i peruse the face of the other one. THE one.
& she likes me. she tells me! i know.
– She skips and dances and fools around! & she sends me notes and wears that lipstick.
You know the one…
& I smile.
(c) Ed Simkins