can’t believe it was There / David Nejezchleba

can’t believe it was There

David Nejezchleba

how you stood at the counter like Michelangelo’s David. your allure was enough to make me wish for new eyes.

i kissed your face with my gaze, hands that held your perfection in my daze; not from love did my eyes turn to your excellency that struck me green-eyed, knowing of the others that were born to want you, i felt jealous of them too, my hands bound by the impossibility of my situation and you smiled at me sweetly, while envy pierced through the window of my eye.

still, memories of you linger, forming shadows of branches crawling against my window at night like spiders.

and wished i could be a real man like you.