IN THE HEYDAYS OF HIS EYES
(taut jeans dancing)

An Anthology of Poetry about Being Young and Growing Up
 
 
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MY THOUGHTS FOR YOU

Michael Whitley

I lie cold in my bed. I think of you, sleeping, curled up with your beautiful hair spread around. And I feel something I haven’t felt for a while: My feelings for you must be true. I think of how I will ask you and what I could take to you. The sun rises, and I get up, still love struck. I’m already on the bus when I see your dad’s big black truck. You get out, and he drives away. I still haven’t thought of how to ask you. Then, you get on, smiley and cheerful. You sit next to me, and I smile. You ask why I look so happy. I tell you I love you and would do anything to prove it. And you say, “Then, kiss me.”

 
 
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