Crystals

And sometimes I get lost in the crystals

Of your eyes when your blue connect with my green.

Or the way your hair falls when your fingers gently

Blend the colors on a crisp piece of paper.

It’s funny how these kind of things work out.

Like falling for the straight girl down the hall.

How I wish to memorize the curves of your

Figure as you lay beneath my careful tips.

And maybe that’s oh too intimate for your

Inexperienced mind but I know you crave it too.

Because in the darkness something comes alive in you

And you too radiate the same passion when our lips collide

 together like eager teenagers at a lovers lane.

I love the fluttering of your lashes as you incoherently

Mumble that “it’s too much”

But you and I both know that a yearning brews

In the deepest pit of your sheltered mind and it’s screaming

“you know you want her too.”

But we both know that it’s not that simple

As confessionals flood your mind like mainstream music

Consumes the waves. 

And I ask you, am I worth this trouble?

As I begin to doubt you draw your lip to your teeth

And assure me that those feelings are there.

And in that moment, we become real.

With your mark on my skin, I’m claimed as your own

Even though this thought is too much for you to grasp.

But even in the darkest crevices of your denial,

You know, that I will be yours as you will be mine.

You preach to me that I’m cocky but yet maybe I’m just hopeful,

Hopeful,

That the straight girl down the hall

May be falling for me too.