propinquity

a somewhat happy poem, out of the glass closet!

pro·pin·qui·ty

/prəˈpiNGkwəd�"/

the state of being close to someone or something; proximity.

a close relationship.

You kick your combat boots up on my dashboard,

Clicking together your heels twice, then thrice,

Snake your arm around my waist real slowly,

Kiss me hard and quick,

Pop your bubblegum real sweetly;

I can taste it on your lips. 

Your fingernails click on the seat-back, 

Your perfume gets me high, 

And when you pull away from me, 

I can see the love in your eyes. 

Your airy smile leaves me breathless, 

Stealing all my thoughts; 

The radio static sounds quiet comparatively, 

‘Cause your grin’s a million watts. 

Your hairpins drive me crazy, pearls dig into the side of my face.

But when I look up at your fair visage, they look halfway out-of-place.

Your phone gives a ping, and you a whisper, 

You say it’s your dad, and I know the mister;

The mischievous smile’s on my face this time, 

But you spoil my fun and spoil my surprise. 

I pout at you, you shush me like it’s all routine, 

A fever rises to my face, I don’t want no vaccine; 

All that I want is you, and I understand why. 

Since your lipstick’s on my collar, and your hand is on my thigh. 

Author's Note

okay, maybe the word doesn't really fit, but, in my defense, I wanted an excuse to write second-person lesbians. sooo... ideas for a new title/word to describe the whole poem, so that it still fits with the whole dictionary challenge?