New poem I wrote recently! Be sure to leave comments.
Never leave a spare key for those who forget to knock,
Dahv
D-Block
Listen:
my index fingers on the table –
tap, tap, tap –
sound like drum sticks.
Sit across from me.
Legs-crossed, I drum roll
on my sole with my indexes,
pointers, pointing at you.
Look at me.
Legs uncrossed, chin up,
hands scavenge front
pockets, I raise my right
eyebrow.
Yes?
Your eyes lower,
mine do too. Our
gaze meets beneath my desk,
above my untied sneakers, between
my ripped denim knee caps,
amongst the five-fingered
scavenger. One hand slips
out and skims my bangs.
You smile.
My pencil somersaults
and twists like a pole dancer
in the space
between my thumb and pointer.
You trace your palm’s life-span
in red pen.
Class begins.