Young Love
I dream
She’s prepared
To lose
Everything.
As confident and promiscuous
As I want to be
Deep down it would kill me
That’s not who I am
I wake up gripping
My chest
In pain from some imagined
“Never going to happen”
I admire that we dream still
I am thankful you let me
Be real
Even though
We are still young, love
Even when we go
About our days
Believing in the definition
That defines what it means
To be loved and give love
It’s a never-ending
Wild-ride.
Though we have something
Going for us
And that is the feeling
That everyday I wake
I see you in a new light
Not in the way
That the sun rise wakes you up
And it tries
To make me jealous
As it caresses
Your complexion
With a warm soothing pass
Revealing your glow
And I would put my hand
With my thumb
Just below your chin
And I would lean
Over slightly above
You to steal a kiss
Just so the sun rise
Would know
That I have no ownership
But I am the one and only
That you chose
To wake up beside with
Every morning
And every night
When my eyes would be blind
And my hands
Would read your body
Like braille
And I can only lean back
Fascinated and in awe
Taking in your breaths
And learning
How to put it in sync
With my own.
I see you anew
Every time our eyes lock
And I fall again
And over again,
Even many times later,
I cannot explain
Why,
Though maybe this is what it is
To be in love
And not like the movies, at all
You stand by me
And I am afraid to look
When the knots in my back
Stiffened from the rocks
I carry that came crumbling
Down
I slammed my back
To the wall as I slid lower
Letting my blood stain
Gently seating me down
And I would close my eyes
Holding back any semblance
Of wetness
Forming
Channeling and carving
A scar down my face.
As the first drop
Began to form and fall
I felt your hand in mine
As you sat and merged
Your body against mine
And made sure that it is okay
To let it fall
For you were right there
To catch it.
I didn’t want to look up
I didn’t know how to explain it
You didn’t need a reason or cared what
It was,
For you
You are so selfless for others,
And even when we share
Something in the metaphysical
That cannot be explained
I am not even worth continuing your bloodline
You still make time
To carve out a space
For me to nestle in
Between your arms
And let me know that every thing in this life
Will always be okay.