crisscross

Late April arrived with cool winds.
Your coy smile left me taunted.
Love’s religion, we write our own hymns. 
Every one of my dreams you haunted. 

Our fingers intertwined and palms met.

A weekend away, together with friends.
cuddled close,
sweet laughter.
pillows, blankets and midnight forts left astray.
the remains of my butterflies on the ashtray. 

We share secret smirks at dirty jokes.

scraped knees and sidewalk chalk filled our bellies.
Now empty expectations take that place. 
We swallow oppression with a sour look,
but a pretty face.

The corset tightens, three ribs crushed.

sunflowers, scent less
spiraling breeze, relentless 
blushing love, endless
 

A fluorescent lit car, empty with the exception of me and a boy and girl my age. I study their faces, full of mirth. Once we reach the next stop, giggling fills the subway.

Three sets of hands hoist the sails, prepare the boat,
laughing, giggling, and struggling to keep it afloat. 

The coarse sand between our toes, and a hunger for the sea,