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Young Love

I dream

She’s prepared

To lose


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


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


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


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


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.

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