Ecstasy Levels at Sundown

About a boy and our life back home in Colorado.

Our meetings together begin as they end, with quivering lips outside my car.
When I see you I reconsider my perception that I can only reciprocate affection to my mirrored reflection.
You stare me in the eye afraid to look away
Fearing I’ll loose the essence of your hair, you face, that funny little way you stand with your chest pressed to mine, I stare back making a mockery of myself
Making a fool of myself
Making you see,
You see,
Making you, You, see right through me.
Once you gave me a book of erotic poetry�"Poetry just to laugh at me and the physical reaction I can’t hide.
I don’t want you to feel what’s deep within me.
I just want to feel you deep inside me.
Deep with in me.
Your cold lips like glass slide against mine.
And I? I think only of your a*s in those tight blue jeans that your mother�"your sad-faced mother�"bought you on your nineteenth birthday.
Ecstasy levels at sundown with the dance clubs and ignored phone calls reminding me, reminding me, you’re gay.

Author's Note

Nothing too good. Written in late 2009, after spending one magical day with my best friend faded. It's a summary of hormones out of control, misguided affection and how there are just somethings a person can't change about another despite mad chemistry.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I'm entranced by the looking glass metaphor sketch~ I read your note underneath the poem~ so I understand the movement behind the creation~
in personalizing it I visualized an exotic little geisha Alice in unwonderland falling through the illusions of self perception into a grotto with reality of hearts unwinding~but that's my crazy mind~

[Restlesslittlesoul]

SO good!

Girl, you are a poet with a capital P!

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

it reminded me of Morrissey. The awkwardness of affection, relationships and alienation. Combined with the energy and memories of friendship and heartbreaking farewells.