Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Just Friends

We are almost twenty-two, and
you're no longer my lanky best friend
or my protective "big brother."

Your lean body eases through the fence, and
your feet sink into the snow.
Your hand reaches back, seeking mine.

The lights at Oakwood Park have long since gone to bed,
as we should have.

Thudding hard through our t-shirts,
our sweatshirts,
our coats,

I can feel your heart.
Or maybe it’s mine.

Your lips tickle my neck.
It was the only time you kissed me.

Your girlfriend wouldn’t have liked that.

But we're just friends.
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...I think I'll post a few more as the days progress. These are old (but original), circa fall 2008.