With a noticeable glance or stare
I can’t quite remember
how it was
I found you there
in a concrete river.
There you were
in water that was soft and curving
by some manmade structure.
There must have been
hours of pure love and beauty
poured into your foundation,
in order for you,
to stand the test of the seasons.
Perhaps this is why
I consider you
the one and only.
I still find myself
still so in love.
I can’t help but staring,
at this,
a scene void of any sound and movement.
The crashing is surely deafening
underneath this bright blue sky
I am trapped
by your calling.
I look as if,
I could of changed the outcome.
Your shoulders are getting their color,
just as you have wanted or planned.
Sun-kissed beauty,
you always have been
the glamour-girl
and I am in love.
Forever and always
you’ll always be this
super pretty girl
that I can’t stop thinking about.
I can’t help but notice now
that someone has invested time in you.
That sparkling glance or smile,
always so perfectly timed
you know exactly how to position yourself
deep in the back of eyes.
I want to come save you,
to be the one
that spreads the SPF lotion
down and out across your spine.
Love tingling,
I watch how the others defend
their wayward glances,
the jealousy in their wanting
is the drug
we both want.
Even I,
add to the excuse or reason
I have to keep my eyes fixed upon,
this scene of you
my manufactured reason
I need to be in love with you
to prove that I wasn’t wrong
spending time in the concrete river
along with you.
I have been counting on this weekend,
the one where we turn clocks forward.
I get to spend an extra hour with you
buried in bed
late night kisses
out in the fresh wide open.
Hands on Spring hips
atop that early morning
where it’s super crisp,
but blindingly bright
where for once
we reach the same place
at the exact same time,
our love solstice.
I am charmed by your looks
that charming glance
when your head tilts back and
I grip onto you even harder
tight inside my grasp
I bring you to that edge,
and you release
deep into me.
Harder,
describes this moment or event
here in the concrete river
where the edges
have all been, but polished smooth.
It’s safe
to be undressed and naked.
The shimmering water
has no visible distortions
while resting comfortably on elbows
you tilt and let the sun God
properly cover your entire body
from head to toe
wide and overlapping hands
spread evenly down your center
and you open yourself up.
Hands inside of hands
like there is nothing or no one else.
From the balcony above
the song
‘River’
by Leon Bridges
plays.
