This Young Love

Your words graze my body
Like the juices of a honeydew
To a child
On a bright summer's day

Your fingers search my face
As an adolescent finding where they fit in

Your lips kiss my skin
As a mothers tender touch
To her burdened child
In the icy isles of the lonely building

Our love is immature
Our love is the creativity of a baby drawing on the walls
That hold his heart up
Our love is the excitement of driving a car for your first time alone
Our love is the embarrassment of raising your hand to only be proven wrong

The fine line between unripeness and prime seems to blend into one when I look into your eyes
Pulling me into moments of startledness
Stranding from looming experience
As my body is pulled into that of a womans
With such power and stance above my child mirror

Seeing how you stretch my future
Brings me back to the youth of which my brain fulfills
But being in your presence makes me remember the times I've spent as a fully fledged member of the human race
In a past life or two

Because when you whisper your fingers across my legs
My soul understands you completely
No matter if my mind comprehends or not