someone to be excellent to

"I love you."

A pause, to catch my breath.

For feelings to settle, for words well-meant to sink in.

"Can I kiss you?"

Words falling hot and sticky from warm lips.

"I don't know, can you?"

Laughter. A gentle punch on the shoulder.

And then the kissing;
softly tender.

a nudge of noses,

a bump of teeth,

chapped lips briefly brushing.

A smile.

A feather light breath on sunburned skin.

Traipsing home

with grubby knees,

torn dungarees,

a bucket of tadpoles

and a love

that lifted heavy hearts and tired eyes.

Another pause; this time to ruminate on the idea of being young,

here and now,

and so simply in love.

We are all just searching for someone to be excellent to.

-g.m
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some context:

the idea is that this poem works as one poem but also as two different ones. The poem in normal type is about a first kiss, and the poem in italics is about a young love, and the last line in the centre is supposed to tie them both together.

let me know what you think about the format; i tried it in a few different ways!

i tried to write a happy poem and i suppose this is almost there.
i don't know. it's warm and i'm tired.

much love

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