Happy birthday, you said
bending over to kiss my cheek.
And with my fluttering heart and flaming blush
I decided that was my first kiss,
that all the others did not count.
Because I wanted my first kiss to come from you,
my heart believed it had.
poem-dust December 10, 2014
Yesterday
this was everything.
Novelty exploded
and now we’re only
dust.
.
.
.
(Oh, those poor children. When you’re 14, everything is hyperbolic)
poem- nerves July 3, 2014
When
You sat beside me
I couldn’t find the gears
on this car I drive every day.
Your half drunk bottle of water
has become the holy relic in a
smile bestowing, mobile shrine
to your presence next
to me.
Shawn L. Bird 