This Is Not A Poem About You

This is Not a poem about you.

In fact, this poem is about me

Me and my "golden" locks

My naive yet observant behavior

My wonderful yet horrible contradictions

This is Not a poem about you.

Why, this poem is about a certain voice

How I felt the first time it said my name

My longing to hear it more often

The way it makes me melt when I hear it

This is Not a poem about you.

However, this poem is about a feeling

The feeling of my cold hands

How they feel against such a warm spot

A confusing feeling of ejaculation

This is Not a poem about you.

Indeed, this poem is about dreams

My dreams of Not being apart

How we'd be entangled in sheets

Moans, nails, gags, secrecy, and cum

This is Not a poem about you.

Wonderfully, this poem is about sex

The desire for those dreams to come true

For our parts to connect someday

To feel the rush of another person

This is Not a poem about you.

Undeniably, this poem is about my wants

How I want to feel your skin against mine

The heat from your breath as we "dance"

To feel our sweat rolling, dripping, mixing

This is Not a poem about you.

Surprisingly, this poem is about problems

The way my feelings got denied

Things progressing and regressing

How different yet similar we can be

This is Not a poem about you.

Shockingly, this poem is about promises

Making stupid ones about photos

Meaningful ones about time together

Encouraging ones about writing

This is Not a poem about you.

Yet, in a sense it is.

About our relationship's ups and downs

The way we explore and compromise

My horrible jokes and your gentle shyness

This is Not a poem about you.

Alas, this poem is Not about me

It is Not about sex or emotions

This poem is really quite simple

This is Not Not a poem about you