I wanted to touch her.
I wanted to feel what her inner thigh felt like because mine
was smooth like the back of a silver dollar. How her legs shined
against her egg shell white shorts popping out of rich green
around her. I wanted to feel the gravel feet. Callused and raw they bled
after a long day playing. She’d say
“I can barely walk,I must of had too much fun” at the end
Of every summer day.We would all giggle and walk down
our own yellow brick roads once the streetlights came on.
I’d walk with her staring down at the loose stones
avoiding the awkwardness,
we were not friends. But I was going to love her
and care and be there until
she got to her street
even though mine
was 6 blocks away.