I wanted to touch the rainbow boy.

Throat croaks dry when I breathe out,
No moisture to soothe my cracked lips.
I concentrate on the aura swirling
Around the warm air and sweet smell
Of the aroma doused on your skin.
Imagination highjacks my thinking.

Wrists go limp when I reach to grab
Your shoulder gently in hopes of
Exchanging some sort of conversation.
The crowd parts like an ocean as
You gracefully pass through like Noah.
Fascination highjacks my thinking.

Mind goes mute when I should speak,
I can't seem to work in an interjection.
Swallowing my words like Xanax pills,
I don't feel calm at all though...
I turn and walk off somewhere.
Doubt infests my way of thinking.

Completely functional upon leaving,
Angry at the absence of my confidence.
I didn't beat myself up too much,
went home and re-painted my face.
Went to the club feeling great,
Danced and touched some rainbow boys.

  

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

Damn . . . that's definitely intense in the unrequited passion department