Wild Love Young Poem by simon elf

The thoughts are very clear
I'm pining for you my dear

I'm putting all down in this Hi Ku
About the good times we had in School.
About all the classes we skipped
On all the Drugs we Tripped

All the Luv we made
In your daddy's car
Dining on Flesh
(Just nibblin)
One time I bit
(when we were squigglin')

You, yellin for joy,
Then for Pain, Boy!
That described us,
Free and Insane

I wish I could still look in your eyes
See your sparkle
Hear joyful cries
But those days have gone Dark.
The freedom we had, had a great fall.

Taken away By Guardians
Who saw children gone astray
They Said if I come back ever...

That same night I return
With Anger and a knife
You Cry for me to run Free!
Spare Life, Me and they
I did listen not
to your caring Plea
I Slash the Air
As if your Parent's floatin there

Lusting each slice
'Its gonna be Nice'
But the echo of your voice
Steps me back,
Enough to dodge Death's Choice
I Stand out side the House
Make a fool of myself
Yelling shaking my blade
Flailing Kicking
A real tantrum at your door
Break a window rip the shade

Then I offer Silence
Which they perceive as
Phase two
But My love's words
became my salvation
I Cruise on tennis shoes
Glimpse the Cruiser's whoosh

Run fast, far
Siren Off, feel the rush
Panting,
I reach our secret spot
We would make out there,
And make out if Mom Dad
came home or not
Swat Team Unloads

Keep still, don't Stir
They Dash silently,
swift yet a toad would have
accomplished the same now
That I am not there
I peer at fervant signals
and dashes
Enshroud my love's home

Quiet as a mouse
Distant Helicopter wings
throb the air
But A killing tonight
Won't be on the menu

Down the loose manhole I flow
explored it before
Tonight, just a trickle of water
Rains
Would have flooded me to
Plan C, D and E

Wild Man now
I Live like an ape
Always on the Edge.
Yet your parting words
blanket me in the passing days

A pebble tossed against your window pain
Goes unanswered
That's no way to treat
The boy you once loved
But no one is home

I know for all time that you are
seeking me too

Time, once we shared,
separates us
Days creep into a year
Then twenty
Only if I could reach back
Let my Temper Accept 'No'

I have come to know it is
not so final and
Is really much better than 'yes'
No is more of an opener, a starting point
'I miss you Butter Cup! '