We met mid August,
Where the summers were not too
Warm.
I snuck him into a locked room,
A place we were obviously not welcomed
I could hear his heart beating with
Affliction
I laughed in amity.
He held my hand,
Rocks in my shoes.
"Green"
Every morning he sat next to me
After breakfast-
I kissed him for the first time
By the bench out on the
Courtyard.
Gasped the giraffes, raccoons, Hamsters, and wolves.
Ever since,
The electricity of our foolish puppy
Love
Danced between every step I took
Towards him
The lightness of being.
In between the times we couldn't
Spend together,
His greedy hands wouldn't fail on
Pulling me atop of him.
Always in sportswear
And hair so moist-
"People are looking,
People don't care!"
London, 17th of August,
Our eyes danced with the oil
Colours splattered across the
Walls.
The hideous blues and yellows
That gave us a different
Perspective.
Trust grew around us in knots.
Food,
Neither of us famished-
Waiting in line for no reason.
He stumbled with his dreams.
A carnival,
Cotton candy and popcorn-
Tears stained my eyes
Bad phone calls and lost watches
We were caught in the forest.
Misunderstood interpretations.
We danced an hour past 6,
Neither of us were seen at the
Party,
Behind a tree
He giggled at my struggles to be
Still.
He smelt of security.
Dinosaurs,
The trailing seats by the back of
The cinema
He watched in silence-
A film I've seen before
My mind took entertainment upon
Him.
His shaking leg soothing me.
His mind, now, elsewhere.
Baking,
Chocolate chip cookies-
"No funny business!"
Eyed the giraffe.
We giggled with mischief.
A cookie bigger than my face.
He stared at me as I ate ice cream
He hates ice cream.
A warm day it was indeed.
Sunlit corridors,
Pressed against the lockers
We hid from the raccoon
As he sunk his teeth into me with
Pleasure.
Oxford, 23rd of August,
He held my hand in lovely sadness
His eyes lit at the sight of my
Favourite candy store.
White-Chocolate covered raisins.
£20 of candy.
A sad night,
We laughed,
Not kiss,
Photos were taken
So much tears.
He laughed at the funny faces on
The screen.
He tried to hold back the tears.
Our last few hours together,
The 24th,
My head on his chest
Myself in his arms.
I stared at the scar on his upper lip
I played with his hair.
Our last salty kiss.
Victims of time,
And grateful.
