Let’s sit and watch Ocean’s 11-
Better yet Ocean’s 12-
Have Piero’s Italian strumming school me on my attempts with you-
The twilight over the sea, a soft flashlight over our sheets-
Let’s take in Catherine and hear you whisper how you want to bang her-
A wisp of your breath catching the nape of my neck-
Innocent, spontaneous, pure and easy to understand-
Let’s watch The Wedding Singer-
Me, the awkward Sandler-
You, the naïve Drew-
Their dynamics is our life-
And the soundtrack is our love-
When the snow softly pelts the pane-
Dead Poet’s Society is on replay-
I pine for you on the other campus as I would reach out to you in another world-
While academia fills our minds-
Opens us to doorways connecting to autumn-laced Scott Hall sidewalks-
And hand-holding through art galleries in our youth-
Black and white archives-
The two of us alone-
Hum, thum, ek karma mein bandh ho-
Opening the door to breath in lush early morning air-
Into the Deep Blue…
Thai food on white leather couches-
Flying drapes behind open windows-
The breeze in the golden sunset-
You were so willing and vulnerable to learn every inch of the rocky Greek beach-
And I can’t Hardly Wait to relive juvenile fooleries-
Transcending beyond cliques and cool-
We walked past the confusion in our youth-
Separate yet unknowingly together-
Naively deliberate and couth-
I want our 50 First Dates to exist as they currently do-
Amnesic and nostalgic-
Intermingling with fantasy and the truth-
Coming to terms with forgetting rooftop ice cream and people-watching on stoops-
But always remembering to enjoy what feels like new-
I want your Eyes to be Wide Shut-
Impressionable, curious, trusting my advances-
Mind open, thighs open, orgasmic gasps before we touched-
The thought of the unknown,
Dark secrets embark wishes,
Leaving lips bitten once, twice shy-
Clutching at the sheets,
Welcoming defeat-
At the end of the day, just Stand by Me-
In the light of the Long Branch moon-
Our toes trespassing dunes-
Open ocean swells while our landlocked fingers held choruses to come-
On a bed of seaweed, lush and dank-
Mermaids and sirens surround-
Lulling us to sleep-
I awake on the bed playing Text Twist as a group-
Your lips playfully cupping my Adam’s Apple-
Lotioning your legs in the living room, that Lovespell on your skin I can never forget-
Still haunts me to this day-
Playfully tracing the veins on your creamy thighs as cars on the intertwining freeways intersect-
While you innocently pull down one side of your shorts-
Just enough to guide me on what to do next~
