A buncha teenagers on a couch,
watching some good video.
But we aren't really watching ...
it's playing? I dun know.
Your head rests on my shoulder
sleeping like sunrise
"I've never done this before"
I thought with surprise.
I nuzzled softly into your hair,
and we just lay there.
I thought I'd die,
or else sprout wings and fly!
Then I saw your hand on the blanket,
A pale perfection lying alone.
I paused, afraid, unsure.
But, realizing i had a hand of my own,
I moved it the six inches,
that seemed to me, right then
like a man leaping across the grand canyon,
and then you turned and did it AGAIN,
bringing your hand into mine!
Your hand was soft, gentle, and smooth
How could I have held it?
How could your head have been on my shoulder?
What flame is now lit?
What has changed ... what's different?
Why do I feel younger and older,
more horrified, awed, and bolder,
just because your head
is on my shoulder ... |
Submission Name: Elle (on my shoulder)
