Sixteen on a Greyhound


When life takes you at sixteen on a greyhound, and turns you upon a dare, when there’s music, that forms you on a word, ignorant of your own bloom. It could be an implosion, or maybe your just scared, maybe you’re thinking, a chance you’ll be misunderstood. It could be electricity, that creativity that happens from your nerves. And you sit there in your blue jeans, afraid to breathe a word, wondering if she will do all to you, all that you have heard. A life upon your lifetime, a boy who thinks in verbs, coming from your feelings, and visualizing words. And then the nighttime folds, closes on the world, her falling body next to you, the feel of all her curves. A softness left unspoken, while outside darkness reigns, her chocolate curls unto you, a fire that you can’t hide. A fire all your life!

At sixteen on a greyhound, the lights of Phoenix smile, and unto you is given, a love you can’t deny. And though you think of colors, of pink, and dark brown eyes, and lips like Red Delicious, the apple you can’t bite, she reaches just to hold you to breathe and compromise, a boy of all resistance, electricity forms your mind. It’s not really a falling, that cannot describe a gift, of innocence worth giving, when you reach to kiss. At sixteen on a greyhound, a blessing all your life, a fire that you can’t hide. A fire all your life.

At sixteen on a greyhound, the door throughout your life, its more than a beginning, that ride throughout the night. And all throughout the desert, while ghost watch you from outside, and taunt you with your feelings, as to why your tears won’t dry. They stare of all a sudden, when Flagstaff comes in sight, they watch their mouths wide open, as a gentle hand comes aside. She reaches with such wisdom, she reaches up to dry, the shyness of her closeness, of her love that night. Her head is soon to follow, her hair it smells like light, her nose into your shoulder, and on and on you ride. At sixteen on a greyhound, a lesson finally understood, love is more than challenge, its feelings understood. A softness left unspoken, while outside darkness reigns, her chocolate curls unto you, a fire that you can’t hide. A fire all your life! – 08.16.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל


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