It is 2 PM and I am
on my porch drinking hot coffee
thinking about that boy
who is nothing like the others-
He does not have money
to take me anywhere nice.
He does not fish or hunt
or roll any dice.
He has black curls and
golden brown eyes.
He is deep-rooted in the earth
while I am a river passing him by,
Yet I am in love with him.
It is not like the other times,
where a fiery passion has gripped me,
but a mutual respect
that he has gifted me.
When he said he had fallen I said,
"You're silly."
Now his spell has also gripped me and
I want to spend every night beside him.
