JAMES - SUMMER DREAM/WINTER BOY

James manifested in the summer

skin soft like snow.

He likes the crisp winter

combat boots and leather coats.

Enigmatic, yet pragmatic.

Magnetic, he’s apathetic.

He’ll never know how red I bloom,

or how blue I am, for I’m doomed.

He’s a revolution.

Anecdotal solution.

He’s carrying my execution,

but I’ll take the persecution.

Hair dyed like the midnight.

My hands brush through it.

We walk to our pad,

his hand brushes mine, I’m going mad.

His blazing hot rod

venturing through drive-ins,

and quaint country towns.

Our time together’s now timeless.

Maybe I’m living in

a coming-of-age reverie

where he’s Peter and I’m Wendy,

but he’s my volatile destiny.

For a snake bite could

either kill me or

it could heal me.

My choices were lost but found him.

My darling, my defender.

How he moves me is torture.

The devil to my sinner,

yet his hands lead to heaven’s gates.

I want to become

The blush on his neck.

I’m coming undone

like thread by his pockets.

A greaser’s demeanour

you could find anywhere.

But his righteousness

is his power to harness.

He’s just a summer dream.

My winter boy is a fantasy.

One day he might leave.

But his ghost will always haunt me.