Things to be looking forward to (a list poem)

• the summer, that sunlight, the freedom
• Firefly, the music festival
• Seeing those two boys who bring joy to my life
• No more work to plague me, to keep me up
• Friends all in one place
• Late nights with the boy, punctuated by kisses
• Driving no where, any where
• Paying jobs to lift my excpeptionally underweight bank account
• days dedicated to swimming in the pool
• Sun burns, beach trips, swim suits
• Summer time

Melodies of Spring time

The whsiper silence

Of falling flower petals

On the newly green grass

That sways rhythmically

With the low bass thrum

Of wind.  Sneezes perpetuate

The air while laughter mingles

With the pungent soprano of

Bird calls, babies crying for food

Amongst the buzzing of dragonflies.

Wondering

She sits in the corner of the coffee shop

Fingers tapping against matte black keys

She wears kiten heels with little black bows

And sips at a pale cup of creamy coffee

 

The liquid that falls between her lips

Distracts him from a conversation, turning

focusing his attention on the girl with the

Blue dress and even bluer eyes

 

He wonders if the gloss on her lips would be sticky

When he presses his mouth against hers, or if

the pink peach color would imprint on his lips

Letting the world know that he had kissed her

 

Is she wearing stocking with that dress?  Or is

All the silky skin of legs on display for everyone to see?

would goosebumps appear on that skin,

When his hand slid from ankle to calf to thigh?

 

Shaking his head, ridding thoughts of this girl

He grabs his own coffee order and disperses quickly from the shop

As so he does not act on this fantasy

Or even bother to ask for her name.