Carson Rabalais Poems

I sneak a peek over my shoulder and instantly lock eyes with a breathtaking creature.
Not quite in comparison with the likes of a movie star, but that is just one of his many stellar attributes. His simple attractiveness never ceases to amaze me.
And I know that he feels it too.
That mask of calmness does not fool me. A quick intake of breath as my arm brushes his. And the agony of watching one another from across the way.
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Hopeless. Tragic? No, I knew what to expect.

All the same foolish games. A broken record scratched with a stain of loneliness.
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Cotton candy wallpaper and I just want to walk in and melt away. Trapped inside, these things I hide, the words I never say. My eyes are too brown to prance around town.
My friends try to help me to take away my pain. But I just fail to stand and I slap away helping hands; I sit in the grass and soak up the rain.
Oh where has my love run away to? Could I maybe flee too?
His love is like wine, slightly bitter, yet so wonderful to drink. I read the book, the one that gives life, and it so sweetly says: I belong to my lover and my lover belongs to me.
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