we made love..i'm sure of it
never kissed
never copulated
never conversed at length
never had the chance to
for she belonged to someone else
yet longed for something else
if only we had met somewhere else
beautiful and uncanny it was  
our brief encounters
how the world softened in her presence
the subterranean tone in which we spoke
the distant looks we'd give each other..
our eyes a million miles away from gym class
floating in our own hemisphere
English 101 was so rudimentary
compared to the language
she and i shared between wooden desks
we made love i tell you
stroking force fields
simply by just sitting next to each other
electrified proximity it was indeed..
sometimes our fingers  
would touch beyond view
such hope i felt within her hand
she'd bow her head slightly
i'd read her delicate neck line
notice subtle heaves
through barely parted lips
it was love i promise you
the clarity..the compassion
a lifetime compressed  
between 3rd and 7th period
ahhh what do young folks know  
about love anyway?
damned if i know  
but here it is 34 years later  
and i find those tiny yet intense moments  
still reverberating deep inside my soul.
still have this torch lit inside my inner chamber
a flame filled with memories of her
memories of my Missouri..
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 5th Jan 2016
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