Prosaic Infatuation
Not going to try harder?
Or is it too hard to try?
Should I play hard to get?
Or with alcohol ply?
I would tell you a story,
If I knew any good.
But perhaps it'd be better
To just know where you stood.
I feel a little ridiculous
Putting down into word
The conflict inside me
Over what has occurred.
But I cannot resist
When your face cracks a smile;
It convinces me then
That it's all been worthwhile.
We gave it a chance
To become something more,
And risked a great deal
To let hormones soar.
And now we return,
From a fantastic land,
To the world of the living,
Where kissing is banned.
I do hope we stay
Close by to each other
Where I can at least be
Some kind of a brother.
But if that's not enough
And you long to go further
Then hold out your hand
And we'll explore with fervor.
Just don't be a stranger;
I don't think I could stand it.
I'd probably try stealing
Your glance like a bandit.
And with it I'd pull
On your thread of attention
Until I'd unraveled
Your remaining apprehension.
Wonderful things
Would I do with my fingers
While my tongue plays along
Till your radiant glow lingers
And with that I will leave you;
I should definitely sleep.
For I've memories to count
Instead of just sheep.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
