|Fabricating a Beginning|
Come, sit with me by the pool,
it's dark and a silhouette of the moon lays on the water.
Talk to me, tell me more about yourself.
Tell me something nobody else knows.
Don't pay attention while I avoid your eyes,
I'll smoke a cigarette to distract from my shaking hands.
Come, dangle your feet in the water with me,
the skin on your legs looks almost blue in the chlorinated water.
You look so beautiful, I still can't quite look into your eyes.
Your eyes that change color, blue now.
Blue as if they were deep pools of your thoughts and memories,
your intentions, good and bad, parts of you I do not yet know. But I will.
Come, it's cold, slide closer to me,
lean your head on my shoulder.
I'll place my arm around you, and instantly you'll feel warm.
Keep talking, every word rolls off of your toungue,
gently holding my attention, my ears locked onto your voice.
I'll hang onto your every word, like a child holding onto school yard monkey bars,
too afraid to fall, though I have before,
but wanting to see how long I can hold on.
Come, kiss me.
Let me take your lips with mine,
let us feel the spark of a first kiss that is sure to lead to many more.
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