Knock Knock Click Squeak iloveyou Clap

Our love was made in the afternoons since
we had school
before

and could only smile and touch
in passing
notebooks and glances

notebooks and glances in hallways
and separate dinners with separate separated parents after,
after dusk came

and I rode my bike back,
racing against Ma's impatience and her readytocrescendo temper
post-sunset.


And this one afternoon
before
we ever kissed on the lips

but after
we had lay in the center of your impoverished
living room,

harmonizing "feelin' groovy..."
for hours without a clock in the house,
I had left

while it was still bright.
We exchanged our shy goodbyes (the omnipotence of our
mutual infatuation realized),

and before I stepped from but after you had closed your green door,
I hesitantly knocked twice, put my ear to the other side of your soft steps,
heard the deadlock click in

the knob and hinges squeak open, and said feverishly
"iloveyou"
and clapped the door shut myself

with a grin that could light the heavens a hundred times over.