Poem #93 of 365

I almost sent you an email
cuz i felt emboldened
by Tecate at 3
and my damn little
handmade journal
that Miranda gave
me in August has
gone missing, so
it's out in the world
untethered, and i
guess my gut feelings
might as well be too.

Yes, i wrote that poem
for you, in August,
in a dorm, under cover
and over whelmed,
still thinking of us.

Never has the space
between a shirt collar
and a hat intrigued
me so much. Centimeters
of tantalizing tanned
skin, as you sat
unaware. Mostly,
everyone, all of you,
are.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez