I am Not Supposed to Tell You

Written by: Terrell Martin

I’m not supposed to tell you 
How much I care or even look 
With envious longing at your lovely  
Dark, debutante hair, falling 
All ‘round your shoulders, neck and face;
I could be arrested and found guilty of
Wishing I could trace 
The curves and lines of your
Body and mind merging  
And converging into bliss;
It’s against the rules to play the fool 
And wish for your sweet kiss.  Never
The less, your sweet caress
Could lure me into sin;
I dare not tell a single soul 
Lest I fall right in
Your arms opened wide
Like summer skies
And angels with outstretched wings;
But I’m not supposed to tell 
How I feel about 
These things.