the love of my life
as a young girl i sat and wondered
as i drew sketches of satin wedding dresses
when i would find the man i would marry
sometimes i think that we've met
maybe he was my 4th grade penpal
that i used to talk about michael jackson songs with
licking envelopes and spraying them with perfume
i cried when he wrote one day he'd be moving away
or maybe he was my boyfriend freshman year in high school
he was a senior so my father didn't approve
and he saw beyond the short skirt pon poms and fat ass
held my hand underneath the bus seat
and read me poetry he wrote in third period
he could be my first love
the only man who i've ever bared my soul
and everything else
for
his touch took me to ecstasy and he pleasured me
just by simply watching gossip girl and pretending
to be interested
perhaps i see him everyday
maybe he's the nigga in line for tortellini
who sits behind me in my tuesday/thursday class
maybe he picked up the plate i dropped in rand
or i've danced with him at a party
or maybe he's been by my side
this whole time
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