Green Seventeen

You were a lion

Perched up there, contemplative

We were young and I didn’t know

What I was,
feeling naked, and reptilian
drawing into my shell

Holding myself in my mind

Trembling with terror.

All the greatnesses I couldn’t grasp
Were blossoming violently before my eyes.
I wish I could have talked to you
I wish I hadn’t been so afraid of making

A ripple in the pond.

Still and calm and comfortable, you laced your fingers,
you cupped your knees,

You were looking at the ground.

I looked at you,

Stricken by the majesty of your animal eminence
And just, looked at you.


We were alone.
I was exploding.

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