love trapezoid

We ain't square, boygirlchild

                       we ain't dealing with right angles here

                     we're this way and

              that,

diagonal &      shorterlongerneverthesamesize, dig?

      You're adoorbell & I'm a

  toqueheaded-bandagecovered-scarpainted romantic

I say we skedaddle, man,

      blow this popsicle stand, baby,

   light up at your place, or maybe

                 mine; either way we'll be able to write right

                                              and fly high

            Can you dig that groovy jive?



We'll be burned into the floor &

                               surrounded in chalk,

       we'll be traced & detailed,

   and lookit these shapes, babe;

                       we ain't square

                       we ain't geometric

                       we ain't anything

               identifiable.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for my class & pretty boy.

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