Had I been born in the love generation I would have a boy already-or rather I would have kept him. We would have waltzed on roads of silver under a moon of gold and kissed once on the cheek, twice on the lips, and thrice on the shoulder. Everything would have gotten better once it began. I would have made up sweet names in the blink of his eye and whispered them to him while his eyes were closed. I would have been faster than a bolt of lightning,sweeter than a cherry, and happier than the Pop of the ‘p’s in poppie. We would have held hands until class began. I would have touched his neck and eyelids with my fingertips.
I would have loved him with every ounce of love I have.
Omniatalk to my amourdove 