a time to play


we meet for the first time

in the industrial kitchen 

of just one more shitty job,

but there are still sparks when

our hands touch


i know you from somewhere,

i’m sure of it, and

i wonder if you can feel the way

that the blood in me calls out

to the blood in you


there’s a history there that we

have the power to write,

and i wish we could have been

kids together


before everything became just

a little more than could be carried

without leaving its own set of scars,

i would have liked to sit in the

green grass of a summer day and

pick flowers for you,

with you


and we can still do that, ya know,

be something akin to kids together,

in that carefree way children have


let’s go out and find a big,

grassy hill to climb, and i’ll bring

a picnic basket with the food you like,

and we can sit side by side,

and tuck flowers behind each other’s ears 


and i want to meet you,

again and again,

hold your hand and smile at the

way you say my name back to me,

like i’m something, 

someone, worth remembering


i don’t just want to grow old with you,

i want to grow up with you, too


  • Bella.26

    This is a very good poem and I enjoyed it very much so.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you for reading! I enjoyed writing this one immensely

    • Rocky Lagou

      My goodness, this pervading sensation of nostalgia and wistful love is literally so evocative. Like your yearning for a sweet relationship, similar to the one shared as children, truly highlights your desire for a strong, firm bond. The last line is also such a wonderful line: wanting to not only grow old, but also mature in a relationship. This reminds me of a song by New Zealand singer Lorde entitled "Ribs." (I highly recommend it).

      • queer-with-a-pen

        What high praise! Thank you so much! I’ll give that song a listen 🙂

      • James Michael

        So intensely romantic. The images that come to mind put me in a dream state. Thank you kindly for sharing this gem with us!

        Wonderful new profile pic.!

        • queer-with-a-pen

          Always good to hear from you, my friend!
          This is one of my favorites I’ve written so far this year.

          And thank you! Figured it was about time I show my face around here

        • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

          There’s such a nice feeling to the words you write .. lovely gentle tone to many of your words 🙂

          Good poem I liked reading this

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