New Poet

My alternative girl,

a different class of girl

you’re not mine at all

at least not any more. 

I know just where to stand.

Loving on the outside

the bottom quickly rises,

there is this other thought

someone who is on my mind. 

I can’t quite quiet her voice

she’s too pretty to ignore

something about 

the words I write about. 

This love language

is a delicious liquid

she can’t quite get enough of

especially since she wants

to be the focus of a poem. 

Something that’s all hers

to come and play with,

it’s like, thinking out loud

in some public way. 

Go easy to begin with,

just until, she understands

the language I play around with

only then, will I be free

to play as I want. 

So here it is,

a first time poem

introducing her to poetry

my favorite kind of thinking

I’ve just barely begun

to understand all my meanings.