But Now Her
Wasting time
Her skin smelt ripe
Against mine
Our hug was brief
But at last she arrived
A big breath
So her belly pokes out a little
I notice
I’m warm
Must be the sun out here
I try to keep my eyes up
But I still don’t meet hers
Blame it on the glare
They settle on the ends of her hair
Or something near to there
Flesh pressing
against her tank top and over the belt holding up her cutoffs
She walked on…
Smooth muscle
With a gentle sway
Just enough
Of all the right things
Hypnotizing
Her tight thighs
Warble
Something to bite into
Softly of course
She must jog a lot…
BUT
I only notice bodies because I am an artist
I draw
That’s it
Like DaVinci
Or something
Yeah right
Excuses
Guilty thoughts
Why was this happening again?
She ignores me because
We don’t know each other
Not really
All those girls
That chase me
Giving me valentines
Like little teddy bears and candy
And crap
Wanting to take my picture
Cause I’m so hot
Or something
So what?
It never mattered
but now HER
The girl I WANT
I can’t HAVE
Well I could
Of course I COULD
But if I did
Then everyone would know…
I”M GAY.
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