If I could write in poetry
it would be about my memory
of when you first called me by name
which wasn’t even the same
as sharing that little space
in the elevator heart race.
Since then I am a little kid,
trying to grow
on you, to explore your mind like
uncharted land and depths of the sea.
If I could write in poetry, I’d say
something about the
way you laugh with your eyes
when you do that twinkle
which teases teases
teases me to break into a smile.
I admit I enjoy (without justification)
how you wear your skin,
sometimes the little boy and then
the man with advice, the brother, the friend.
some lines which came to my mind after watching too many Rives poetry performances