he doesn't get the love
just the lovin.

brilliant child if only
you were a man.

you picked me up
and held me to the air
with our faces still in meet:
they couldn't do that.

and that goddamn chair.

i was wearing the perfect clothing.
falling off strap by cotton strap,
leaned back and you,
leaning back to look at me.

dark untamed hair.
everywhere.
the both of us.

child.
if only we were us in years ahead.

i almost fell!

the thrill was actually
thrilling.

you threw the chair across the room.
i took it's place on the floor
pulled you down
for another meet.

is it wrong that i call you child?
brilliant thing.
if only
you
didn't
happen.