Boy

Boy, a year ago, is like yesterday;
the pictures still make me jealous.
I have secrets, bulging in my brain
that I think they're starting to leak out of my ears.
Boy you deserve a lady, understanding and admiring
for your gentle and sensitive nature
to massage you free of any afflication or fears.
Our imprudent contemplation, candid, you must confide
you know that we don't have to hide
our adamant love in vain.
No matter how many times you move the picture perfect
it will arrange itself crooked on the wall
while you compulsively flail around it
like the strings that sing and quiver continuously from your heart, Darling.
We sleep, clear as the water in my green tea is
the integrity, and wisdom concealed in those dreams
locked away into the core of my mind
as fragile but as bright, as rainbow fountained beams.
Only one palm has to distract the light
to breach all trail of thought then I'm cut off...
and I'm still evaluating everything that just recently changed my life last year; and you sir are no longer any boy.