Last Week

A Poem by amnotjessica

Inspired by a true event when a classmate in English class was coming onto me senior year. Please be gentle, I'm new. Needless to say, my English teacher never commented on my work.

you and I sat down on a wooden bench the space between us evidently platonic laughter tingling the edges of my consciousness I can't stop looking at the birds in the blue sky myself in your eyes and those eyes what mysteries must they hold what secrets do they keep beyond those rings of hazel and green like a tree housing wings of thought fingers moving along your strong jawline reaching your chin tilting your face to meet mine because your downward gaze makes me uncomfortable you attempt to kiss me and I don't comply giggling because your height makes me giddy and my heart is pounding for all the wrong reasons I can't stop
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but I am not laughing as I watch you unwind from the high as I move closer inch by inch until my skin burns with the contact of yours, hands twice as large wrapping around your waist you know what I want you gorgeous creature so soft and fragile and innocent at least I think you do and I can't help myself engulfed in your scent and your texture what do you see up in the sky why do your eyes regard mine with such steely interrogation despite your body crumbling with laughter like the crust of a freshly baked poorly handled cherry pie why do you bring your fingertips to my chin tilting upwards whispering "what are you looking at" my lips brushing yours your head turning away like a frightened sparrow I look up to the clouds but no answer can help me unravel her