Ambiance

There's something about freshman year of college that I long to return to 

The cold weather burning my finger tips

An infinity scarf that chokes me gently, but lovingly 

Cozy stares from peers and curious neighbors

The ambience of a dorm room

And how it transforms with a few acoustic guitar sessions and a star projector

And the touches

Curious touches 

That felt sinister, the way they made me nervous

A pure embrace

Starting with the caress of the face

Then the touch of a finger

Words that linger

Lips that quiver

Dead trees illuminating the bitterness of winter 

Hands that keep me warm

Eagerness that swarms you

Being compared to art in the presence of an artist 

Sharing strongholds in common

Lobbying and advocacy demonstrating sincere empathy 

Telepathic thoughts from the one you trust most

Tainted by lust 

That's nearly innocent enough

Because we're still uncertain

Too foolish to comprehend the true burdens of waking life. 

Reviews

[Ballpark Frank]

This is well written. I see many contradictions in the content about freshman year. I can definitely relate. I was so green then. So unsure. So weak. Such a hothead. This one got me thinking. I'm much more humble now.