Adventures Poem by Je'free Y .

Back in my teens,
I would cut classes with my friends
To either watch a movie or just hang-
Playing charades, reading comics,
Pretending to be larger than pop stars,
A great escapade!
Adventures always took us somewhere,
And always waited for me.

In Junior High, fed up with Geometry,
Knocking at my brain, they would invite-
Their fists, strong like tribal drums.
Misty warmth, breathing behind my neck-
Adventures.

Some nights, they take me to forbidden places,
Safely, to assure satisfaction of my curiosity for danger.
Then, they build up. Gradually.
The initial rush is incredible
An instant heaven. The very tip of climax.
Voyage continues. Adrenaline subsides.
When the roller coaster ride stops,
I am ashes of my wildest fire. Extinguished.
It is their scent that lingers in my air, an aftertaste.

As monotony bores me again,
And blandness returns to the tongue,
My flesh becomes jittery. Restless.
No animal is wilder. A rebel persists to emerge.
The young student who cut classes remains in me,
Tempted by taboo, triggered by stimulation.
But this time, I will meditate and sit still.

I hope...