If You Were My Boyfriend
Emotions would gush uninhibited from my goldentongued lips
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 goldentongued 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 dustlike 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.