You’re the
cold dew in the morning
That soaks
my shoes as I walk by,
The familiar
unease that quickens my heart
At the sight
of a square jawline,
You’re the
clanking sound of weights at the gym,
The musty
smell of too many bodies around me
As I watch
for your towering form.
You are
honey brown eyes that warm a room,
You’re an
ice cold demeanor cloaking teddy bear cuddles,
You’re the
infiltration of all my awareness,
The potent
alcohol that leaves me muddled.
You’re the
smile that caught me off guard,
An elusive
dream I’ve held onto during
The heat of
another long humid summer,
My only
constant in a land full of thunder.
And when fall
chases away our summer,
I’ll
continue to build my courage,
So that by
December’s first frost,
This crush
I’ve built won’t be lost.
