Face Flat

Like a perfectly skipped stone, your whistle arrived at my shore

Absentmindedly trilling cadenzas as if you were bored

A couple days into this I announced envy

And you simply grinned like you normally do

That's the first time I knew I'd fall flat on my face over you

Soon formalities turned into dialogue, each word a charm

And I shocked at the warmth of your lean and the skin of your arm

Late bloomer blemishes, summer job sandwiches

Valedictorians meeting curfew

And I braced for the impact, falling flat on my face over you