blushing as a male

What’s goin on in your life?

I don’t know jake. You tell me

Well, what are you thinking about right now?

I know im thinking about the scenery

holding hands with childhood dreams

logs stacked up, and colorful things

a lush forest by the home grown up, by

somehow outlying the principle green

what was once a row of houses

becomes extraordinary deep abysses and tangent colors

wild, circular rings

how could my mind, at such an age

imagine such things?

dear lord am I vying for an intrinsic set of irises and fixations, tings

well beyond control, pings and pongs

controlling the cringles and crackles

a sheet of paper emanates, the scent of sound for miles

to green and greener places ever longer

a place with no end

and years are blocks

stacked, chopped slapped and repeated

where did they go?

Down the hole my parents built

No figuratively, positively, otherworldly

Just a back yard and a hole

And there went my plastic toys too

And there I met you

Believe it or not, the number of times I’ve died has reached a few

Eyes closed, open or eyes breaking glass to get in passed curfew

I never deny a sight when a scope lies naked before my eyes

I just lay there, wishing that peripherals command your inner spy

Shivers sent up my spine when I know you want to

Turns me on, that’s for sure

Just tickle my spine and I’ll grab your waist

Curiously

Myself, wondering why despite the transmission

There seems a lovely hint of black and white

Between you and I,

Between you and i.

I like your eyes

I like your skin

And even better, you can’t smell

So that scent beyond you I can so eloquently fill in

My back is waiting for your hands to begin.