April

I can feel the gentle push A yellow hue claims the blue And I’m looking directly at you At the end of April Sunlight streaks down my neck like bugs As they crawl to my back Sifting their juices on my pale skin Turning me red with embarrassment It hurts when you touch me I can see the pain It leaves a mark where your hand caressed me And when I laugh it off thinking of you the same You’d refrain and start doing it all over again Have you ever felt a caterpillar crawl Have you ever felt the need to bawl For your eyes are one of many connections to the sea When I almost forgot that you tried to stick with me I wasn’t sure if you were going to do it at all We were the only two people left at the ball So when I say it clearly and you stall I can feel the effects Of some of the last days of April.