Watching Two Students on the Side Seat of the 77 Polo Park

When flesh harbors
electric charges that startle
and blaze with heat that tells you
something has happened,
when hair is liquid soft
and hints of the smell of mint and apple
and heads gently flop against necks
with the impact of flower petals,

it's the time of bright, blind eyes
time of jokes and giggles
silly worries and baseless fears,
of myth and story and rumor
blank tomorrows,
love.