A Poem About Love.

A Poem About Love

I never found myself yearning for

You as I did last night,

You I pictured walking home from class,

Head bent to the wind,

A strand of dark hair falling over your

Forehead.

Then I saw you in my dreams later that night.

I thought we were swimming naked in a pool

Of midnight and moonbeams,

And swans danced above us like

Smooth, celestial objects that by chance

Couldn’t fly in any other dream.

I remembered your eyes, deep like pools,

Swimming with quiet thoughts of resolution.

I thought to myself, “That was the kind of man

I would like to take home with me,”

And then you saw me the next day and we talked

About books and JFK by my locker,

And you told me how you dreamt of being a rock

Star and I thought that was the cutest thing

Ever, and then I laughed, and you wondered

What was so funny,

But I couldn’t tell you I was falling for you,

That I didn’t want it to be hard on your wife.

You couldn’t understand how fallen I was for you,

You with your funny smile and your dark hair,

You with your graceful waltz and your sensuous

Mouth, and I knew how real the dream was,

Even now.