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i told her i love anagrams
and that i was going to start
calling her Leskeya.
she said she loves puzzles
and that i seemed to be an enigma
wrapped in a sea of oddities.
warned her, said to be wary bout
guys like me, the ones that fall in
love too quickly and she warned
me about girls like her, the ones that
gives gives gives everything to the boys
who never knew how to
take just once in their lives.

and i'm getting enamored still
by her amazing smile and peer-
into-ones-soul eyes, the innocence
mounting higher each time i
find myself awash in tides of blue

that recede and come in, lapping up
starfishes and hermit crabs walking
sideways, never trusting to leave
sights let-go of what's in front of
them. and i leave let-go of my

innocence that's been stricken
barren years ago and embrace reality
that her and me should definitely
be, should stop this bashful run around

bushes of mulberry and roses,
sing adult songs and do adult things,
tongues mixing and brain stimuli
tingling from conversations never
dull or pretentious, a stark contrast
to what i've lived with before.

she tells me a story of a magnificent
young man who saves the day in
ordinary ways and i think myself
up in her story, make him to be me
and feel built up amazed at the
swelling puff in my chest expand and
contract, a filling feeling.
but that’s what she does.
the betterment of me makes me become

till former bad habits twist like
myths attached to my name,
"i could never do such a thing!"
shock and suspend-belief
stay, straying from thoughts from before

to this now, me standing here, knocking
on her door to confess the best
feeling, sure fire certainty i've ever
lived with; her answer won't disappoint.