Softness Uneased Poem by Tia Lopez

When the days of puppy love were soft and untainted,
We interlocked fingers over the canvas we painted.
Back when climbing over jungle gyms meant
that as long as I could keep up with him,
I could be in his presence.
Before puppy love was disturbed by the very essence of adolescence...
Now he complains that my two pigtails are severely unkempt
but yet he furthers playful attempts into interrupting my purity..
In search of something more mature in me
So he grasps my wrist and gives it a slight twist
and pulls me to him
.............he.....kisses...me...............
Unveiling every childlike thought
Unlocking every box
in which the feelings I fought
reside in that dark place that I love to hide
Stripping away all my naivety
all in one quiet evening