reinvention

a slight of chance born on a Saturday night
as i moved so discordantly on a hard wood floor
i felt you gaze burn holes through my shoulder blade
a tight red shirt and long, platinum hair
i could have asked for more than fire
but my tongue stopped there
a smile and expressed gratitude
reignited after it grazed my lip
i could have swallowed sooner
had the lump never existed
but it resided in my throat
tightened the words i struggled to say
nervousness misguessed
mistaken by my lack of fluency
for apprehension of expression
or just another hindered boy
it could have turned beautifully
her hay shade hair could have met my fingertips
as my fingertips longed for that very sensation
our breast bones could have been introduced
my shy lips could have tasted your collar
i could have resided in your embrace
or our teeth could have met by mistake
but we kissed using this pen
and well fell in love on this paper
fingers entwined through words
lips locked in chapters