cherry lips, crystal skies

boys

with their dimples and eye smiles

and their hair blowing in the wind

as they ride their bikes

into the sunsets

but why is it

i don’t want to be on the back of that bike?

i don’t want to hug the waist of some boy

but if it was a girl?

with their gold flecked eyes

that perfectly catch in the sun

hair streaked bubblegum pink

maybe i would lean my head against her back

and feel that bubbly tinge of euphoria

and love