4 O'Clock Sharp
you said to meet you here
at 4 o' clock sharp.
I am waiting, have been waiting
and yet, you do not show.
I should have learned by now
that all boys are the same,
but then I sense a presence
in the time before you wrap
your sunkissed arms around my waist.
you breath on my neck,
raising a wave of gooseflesh
along my spine.
in the small window of time i can pull myself together,
you whip me around, setting my unruly curls eskew.
I look at my feet, you pull my chin to meet your eyes.
such lovely eyes, green with flecks of gold,
surrounded by a shag of hair the hue of molten caramel.
we are but a scant inch apart, and I see a faint
dusting of freckles across the bridge of your nose.
you smile the smile that I love, a hint of the dimple that I adore.
you give me no time to speak, not that I could.
you lean in, rest your forehead against my own.
I entwine my fingers in yours, and I ask,
"I thought you said Four O'Clock Sharp."
Copyright 2009
at 4 o' clock sharp.
I am waiting, have been waiting
and yet, you do not show.
I should have learned by now
that all boys are the same,
but then I sense a presence
in the time before you wrap
your sunkissed arms around my waist.
you breath on my neck,
raising a wave of gooseflesh
along my spine.
in the small window of time i can pull myself together,
you whip me around, setting my unruly curls eskew.
I look at my feet, you pull my chin to meet your eyes.
such lovely eyes, green with flecks of gold,
surrounded by a shag of hair the hue of molten caramel.
we are but a scant inch apart, and I see a faint
dusting of freckles across the bridge of your nose.
you smile the smile that I love, a hint of the dimple that I adore.
you give me no time to speak, not that I could.
you lean in, rest your forehead against my own.
I entwine my fingers in yours, and I ask,
"I thought you said Four O'Clock Sharp."
Copyright 2009
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