Blissful Naïveté

Time alone with the one she adores

is queching her constant need for more

Not even caring if she's only a toy,

she's completely wasted on the essence of boy.

 

She's settled beside him and will fully forget

how it happened before, ended in regret,

how a few nights before, her thoughts spoke their mind,

to her secrets' betrayal she'd been totally blind.

 

"Tell him your feelings!" her mind always cries out

as the boy's eyes confirm to abandon the doubt,

and her spirit is conquored by confession-

to spare no detail of fantasy and obsession.

 

Alone on a mountain, a rooftop, a beach,

so long as this boy is within constant reach

to kiss, to frolic, to skydive and swim,

anythings possible if she does it with him.

 

So upon this eve in close confines

again she embraces the loss of conscious mind,

her only slight fear is his bidding farewell

at the dreadful curfew of the 1 AM bell.

 

At its toll she hastens to prolong his leave,

blinded by boy beauty, severely naive,

and the concept of separation triggers her plea,

knowing little of how he longs to agree.

 

She's so unaware of her words every night

but also unseeing of mutual delight,

how he too wants to stay and would take no less joy-

how she's equally special to this magical boy.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

In the first verse, wasted takes the definition of drunk, if you did not know. Other than that, I think it stands on its own. I am loving it

Reviews

[Tovli]

just a fine poem--awesome use of imagery! enjoyed. tovli