Crushed

simple
is
the way
the heart
quickens
a single
step
in my direction
and i lose all composure
sixteen again
and you
so imperfect
it drives me crazy
i am kissing pillows
imagining your face
pasting those
eyes of yours
on the white linnen of my bed
somersaults
and butterflies
cliche
down to the bone
but your dimples
are deep enough for me
to fit
an entire life time of
"maybe....
...if we get married
ever ever after...."
and
i've lost all notion of my feet.
ive flung
head and arms
back
and swim
in the perfect smile
like a sunset
splashed
across your face.
simple
as a racing heart
and i am
a child again
for you
oh boy,
you
you

you.