Thinking about a Boy

Sitting at a stoplight, gas tank on empty, thinking about a beautiful blue-eyed boy. I glance over to see the young man in the pristine white T-Bird in the next lane blowing bright pink bubblegum bubbles.

Write the poem: Ways of Making Love. List them.

Early in the morning, just before dawn
To music
From across the room, using only our eyes
With words and kisses smothered with laughter
While dancing in the rain
Wearing nothing but water droplets and rain-boots
Drunkenly, in the afternoon, with clumsy hands and all the things we never said.

I thought this was important

“You only need one man to love you. But him to love you free like a wildfire, crazy like the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden like an inhale and overcoming like the tides. Only one man and all of this.”

“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
~ C. JoyBell C.

“Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where you're headed”
~ Jodi Picoult