Half Lies, Stems and Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups [Poem on 7-17-12]

Spontaneity is always evading me.

Revealing herself in foot prints in

a mud path scattered with laughter, I remembered

from days when I

was smaller but wiser.

 

But somehow in the way he showed

love for the first time in years

and I couldn’t even bring myself

to reciprocate except towards you

left me with a tingling

in my fingers I

just couldn’t shake.

Your eyes caught mine.

And again with flowers you grew

in my own eyes.

 

The way yours

stripped mine bare

leaving me raw skinned,

you held a box of bandages

and something about how

it pertained to everything

made it so sweet.

 

You were something

made to be loved.

You were sweet like something

found in cones or morning

air with dew.

 

You were the

colorful balloons against a blue sky.

You were the maple syrup,

but only the good stuff

from real trees on warm apple cinnamon pancakes.

 

You were

waking up with sun peaking

through blinds.

 

You were sitting cross-legged

eager looking upward towards

Excitement.

 

And you were the sweetest thing.

you were grown, making me

feel alive in the way you

made me feel

the way the tall grass grows.

And the dancing of my younger feet through

the places you taught me to grow.