in one instant,
the whole earth shifted.
he was a leopard-print cliché;
i'd seen this so many times before,
but it was different this time.
he held the door,
and the whole world swung open for me.
he pushed the puddle to the left
so i wouldn't wet my shoes.
he slayed my fire-breathing mother
and rescued me from a saturday night alone.
i had never expected to fit like a puzzle piece
into a stereotype.
i have always lived as the orange crayon
in box of green;
but he made the world shift,
and suddenly
i've found a brighter green to fall in love with.
He's a virgin playboy,
he drives his sister's mustang;
rides an apaloosa wearing golden armour.
even though
he's the same as any other heartthrob,
no red flags alert me
that he is hot sauce on ice cream.
he's a vortex.
with a thought, he changes the universe;
the norm becomes extraordinary.
and that leaves me with the puzziling inquiry;
"has he simply shifted my perceptions as well?
has he blinded me against his dissapointing normality?
or have i really found a better green crayon?" |
Submission Name: Virgin Playboy
