When you came to me, through an open window

All the cracked envelopes of me came into your hands,

There was nothing in them - just love that you could throw away - 

If you chose, you threw it straight back to me, I caught it, we were away.

You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes

 For being alive

I thought you are desiring reciprocation, but you weren't

You were just a girl, I was just a boy

I felt the difference: of mood, of shape and tone

I was no longer alone. You wrapped me in you,

I went berserk: with happiness.

Could you not see me burning with the heat of you?

A smell that  flashed gestures in my eyes,

Like the spelling of your name, little sweet, skewed spelling

Of your name,The straw hat that was stuck on your head

Was a jubilee for me. Today I could fall asleep happy.

I am seventeen next week..