Once Upon A Novice

Nothing will feel better than talking with her,
telling her of the true butterflies in the tummy.
I will even get a lollipop so the flavor reminds her of me,
I will recite the lines from Shakespeare’s play,
maybe a midnight summer dream or even more.
What will it feel like on the first day our lips touch,
each other in music of a kiss.
How will her body feel?
Why am I feeling strangeness in between my legs?
I cannot wait to call her all the sweet names in my diary.
So the day came, an afternoon without a shy sun,
she was arranged behind the house I lived.
I played this move, many times in my head
which of the head, when I grew I learnt that.
Behold in front of her, I stood still like a moon,
and my head said ‘ask her if we can be love friends’
she giggled at first, then laughed out loud.
Then I pulled out the lollipop and popped it in my mouth,
maybe I had a bad mouth odor, did I? What is wrong with me?
I left there with a lump on my chest.
If this is love, I don’t want to feel it for Maureen again.

Ruddapoet