Landon

Bright blue sky, it's summer in the park.
We tussle in the grass and laugh.
His smile is perfect, it speaks volumes.
I lean in closers but he turns.
"I have a girlfriends," he stammers.

Black stary sky and traffic in the distance.
Wrestling on the trampoline, I pin him.
I stare into deep eyes, I sink into blue.
Lips meet for the first time.
"Just waiting for the right moment," he says.

This poem is © 2007 Slyphs, to whom comments may be sent.