If You Were My Boyfriend

Emotions would gush uninhibited from my golden tongued lips

Photo by Randy Jacob on Unsplash

If you were my boyfriend
we’d be laying here now pondering our
dreams, fears and doubts -citing how
lucky we were to have found one another.

If you were really my boyfriend
childhood lore, sons growing, and lifetimes’ past
would be lighthearted melodies catapulting
our hearts’ race to now.

If you were my one and only
emotions would gush uninhibited from my
golden tongued lips rinsing truth like
blood flowing through my veins.

If you were my evermore
the weather, our day, your walk, and your jokes
would settle dust like
in the ashen lobes of my cerebellum.

If you were my one true love
this blossoming friendship would
take root and spill like
wildflowers across a Texas prairie.

Instead, you’re neither this nor that
not true love, just good friend
an on-again lover tossing me a
Black Bouquet of Hope.

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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