Written by Janice Dingess…
Oh, how we used to see the stars.
Oh, how Venus stands without Mars.
Oh, how you took me to dizzying heights.
Oh, how I found you and turned on my brights.
Oh, the delight,
like a tractor beam,
barring one thing I wouldn’t factor in.
You were an actor then,
playing younger than your age.
you really nailed the role,
with your swagger and your sage mind.
We had all the time in the world.
I’d watch you shoot hoops,
sometimes even watch you hurl,
and it was all about being your girl,
but playing it low key:
consistently sitting over your lap,
consistently sweeping you off your feet.
Eager to be all you’d ever need.
At some point…
Steady hanging in the balance.
Steady taking up the challenge.
Steady rolling with the punches,
until my hunch is
telling me those brown eyes lie;
that our blue sleeves were telling me two things
while our fingertips intertwined.
Funny, the people you find.
Funny, the blues.
Funny, the people you lose.
Funny, the ins, the outs-
your dick, my mouth,
you pulling me apart.
Funny, my heart
doesn’t find it funny at all.
It’s actually rather appalled…