I dug up this poem I wrote a few years ago about a guy I had a crush on back then. Enjoy!
No One Makes a Florentine Like You Do
Here I enter my weekly wonder,
the only constant in my world asunder.
My mind more a daze than the haze of the smoke-filled room
crowded with misfits sharing notebooks filled with gloom.
I wait behind the many followers at your bar,
but your eyes seek me from afar.
You know just what I like while I await to take the mike,
Your hand brushes against mine as you hand me my special florentine,
giving my heart a spike.
What to share? What to share?
I think, flipping through my tattered pages of exaggerated despair,
when your voice fills the air.
The room falls to a hush.
My heart pounds and my cheeks burn with a blush.
Your words are meant only for me
and my innocent mind fills with thoughts that were never to be.
You with your experience and never-ending band
of glaring green-eyed beauties. You look only at me,
not even old enough to buy the cigarettes clutched tightly in my hand.
Ahh, but it wasn't meant to be,
nothing but smiles and comments meant only for me,
And a florentine, served with extra chocolate, whipped cream, and a wink.
So here I sit half a lifetime later, my drink
now more bitter than sweet, and I think
wherever you are, this is for you.