love aint a nothin

Our hearts both contain so much complexityOur pasts sickly warped . . .But the noise of the silent summerMolds our problems into one shared love. It seems that to you itis all so superficial, and it saddens me toknow I love you from the deepest hole in myHeart. You are beautiful, innocent, my littleBoy. We long to play, frolic, and never grow up.Yet we are drawn together by our soft lips craving forfulfillment. Longing to be held and loved . . . But do youReally feel more, do you hold that capacity to loveAs deeply as I do? . . . No you are just a little boy, but I amJust as innocent, so maybe you do love meAs I love you. Your summer love. I crave yourInnocence. Your pillow lips still linger on my neckYou have made me feel so giggly and bubbly insidePerhaps I don't have to grow up.