Here's to Being Surprised at Being Surprised

She's wearing this simple silver chain
and spooning her,
I am astounded by how beautiful
it looks across her skin.
You see, I'd never been with
a black girl before
and this change of pallet
is making me fall in love with
silver and peach.
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She is not an African Queen;
she's just this girl named Rae
that I kinda know and sorta like,
and that makes it better,
because her Rochester past
makes her not so different from me
and shes got skin a little darker
than the finest milk chocolate
and eyes like kisses
and the cutest little nose
I must have kissed 50 times,
and we've been cuddling for hours
and she fits so perfect in my arms.
and what color am I anyway?
my friends joke i'm black
I've always been told I'm white
I'm part Native American so I'm a little red;
when i get too much sun I'm very red
but when i get just enough
I'm dark dark brown.
You may say that's just a tan,
but aren't we all
children of the sun?
born of the stars
and dust of the universe
we are infinite.
Her lips wake me from my thoughts.
She puts her nose and forehead
to my corresponding parts,
locks my eyes for a second,
and takes my hand in hers.
The palms of our hands are almost
the same color,
and so are the soles of our feet,
and I don't think it's a coincidence
that soles and souls
are homophones.
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There's no elephant in this room;
It's a fucking whale.
In four hours I am drive 866 miles
From Pennsylvania to Florida.
Can we linger in these sheets forever?
We both keep letting out that sigh
that speaks of lonely hearts
soon to be lonely again.
I know your nine o'clock was canceled
but didn't you have class at ten?
I didn't mean to like you,
but you have great taste in music
and sexy/cool batman undies
and you taught me how to make quiche
and you keep surprising me
and I know I've already
said it once this poem,
but you fit so perfect
in my arms.
God, can't you just stay forever in my arms?
I want this moment to be all of my existence.
You smell like grapefruit
and i've never felt something
so smooth as your neck.
I like you and I can see
how possibly
I could love you.
What will we be?
I never mean to, but
for a moment I imagine we'll soar,
though more likely,
you will become
part of this bittersweet romance
I am writing across girls names,
and collarbones....
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I've kept track,
and the past two days
I have received 147 texts;
You are responsible
for 111 of them.
and we didn't text much last night
because i ran a 5k,
and I'm calling you soon.
This has become a bit ridiculous,
but despite all this talking,
we have yet to discuss
our great white whale.
It doesn't seem fair,
that we shouldn't be given a chance
to try,
and yes
we've talked vaguely about how
I want to move back to Pennsylvania,
but we both know
how uncertain that is.
Damn, I just don't know
If I can stand
You calling me
One,
More,
Petname.
You are not my girlfriend
I joke in my head that
You're my boo.
But on some real,
I don't want a boo,
just a chance with you.