Too close (physically) for words to come between
You and I alone
Magnets from lockers tugging us in reverse
Pulling and eagerly calling
Come back.
You lay silently, softly blending into the grass
Focusing away from me (flaking paint) before turning toward the pull
I blinked and missed your frame as it twisted sharply toward mine
And suddenly I was captured.
Your arms wound around my body
(I was submerged)
Protecting me from the sun that will never burn my skin
Drowning out all colors and sounds and the textures of the grass.
Turning all my negatives into positives with a flick of the wrist
And the green pen you borrowed three days ago.
(Hours later I find memories on me.
In my hair and my pockets
I treasure each one before gently setting it free.)
