Sixteen: poem

Take me back to sixteen

To falling

deeply

wholeheartedly

willing

 

Take my organed ribs

play them;

those rollercoaster lungs

Sing jazz in my ears

sixteen

 

The architect’s houses

we built for ourselves

live out the fantasy

Daydream

of waking next to you

in white sheets

sixteen

 

Cry for the perfection

Your face

the best I’d ever seen

sixteen

 

 

EM HUMBLE
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