Her eyes send an echo through the room,
And I am stricken by the emptiness
I find in myself as she
Rings through my chest.
Clear as a bell, she rings.
Her lips are pink, soft and sweet.
Bubblegum lips and a smile of spun sugar
That I want to taste.
I want her to linger on my tongue,
To dissolve with a slow tingle and swirl in my stomach.
Her clothes are a sunbeam,
She wears so much yellow.
Warm honey yellow, sunflower yellow, lemon yellow,
She is sunlight shining through the last sips of
Whiskey, languid and warm, intoxicating.
Her mind is chaotic,
So many things bouncing around at once.
Illustrations flow through her veins in a
River of ink, schoolwork popping in her mind in splotches of red pen.
And pain.
Her pain cuts me when we embrace. I can’t help feeling it.
Her eyes echo in my mind,
Her lips give me a sugar high,
Her sunshine intoxicates me,
And her pain cuts deep into me.
I think I might be in love.
Rouse High School
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