Hey all! This is Bradley and for my Thursday post this week, I’ve decided to share a prose poem I wrote about my first boyfriend. I originally composed it for a creative writing class. I hope you like it:
My fascination with dyed hair began with Clint.
Hypnotic black with traces of metallic green the color of a beetle shell,
His rude outfit included scuffed converse, jeans, and a tight purple t-shirt:
It had an upside-down tree splashed across the front.
He had one ear bud in at all times, and smelled nicely of cinnamon.
I remember the night we met:
Everything and everyone smelled distinctly of chlorine from the pool outside.
About 30 people were swimming in their underwear.
All kinds of junk food littered countertops and floors.
With a “Clint, Bradley… Bradley, Clint”, we locked eyes, laughed, and he took my hand.
We sat in the crater of the gumball-green beanbag where we compared music tastes
We sampled music by sharing a pair of headphones.
As we got closer, the divot in the beanbag got deeper.
My head lay against his shoulder above a spaghetti tangle of limbs.
Clint leaned in closer and kissed me softly.
I felt a huge wall crumbling around me. There it was.
Something inside of me melted and I felt warm sticky goop wash over my soul.
Again he kissed me, and I felt suspended in midair.
An invisible puppeteer had lifted me by the spine.
As we kissed, I think I blew a fuse somewhere inside me.
He had pierced my armor and tickled my soul.
I was utterly spellbound by that choppy green hair the color of a beetle shell.