Warm, like my summer sunshine teenage dream. 

I wanted to sit by you at poolside

Under the water 

Golden boy. 

You remind me of everything my heart ever wanted at:

19, 18, 17, 16 , 15, 14, 13—31 

How do I go back to that? 

How do I make this happen? 

Curiouser and curiouser

13 to 31 those numbers hold code 

Strong arm, words, muse, poet and ode

Words—a character 

I could read you

If anyone could read me:

I wrote you a whole text message once

telling you how I felt for you. 

Had my friend approve. 

She knows you

you’re a flirt too.

I never sent it. 

I couldn’t. 

I was too vulnerable

I kept you golden in my fondest idyllic, indelible imaginary world. 

Imaginatory worlds—our space and place

Never knowing of your taste

Always telling you as I spoke with you 

Misreadable as I may seem

I said it, as Genuine as I felt it 

Always, always, always 

My smile and my draw

I was longing for you. 

Miss you 

What if I kissed you? 

A kaleidoscope kiss 

Dancing painted shapes:

Sparkling gem

With summer dew 

I could feel it as I drew close to you  

But, I knew 

As the end drew 

I wouldn’t see you. 

So I cried. 

My warmth

My Sunshine 

My giggle time 

In musical measured time. 

I measured time