When you came to me, through an open window

All the cracked envelopes of my life came into your hands,

There was nothing in them — just invisible love that you can throw away if you choose to.

You chose to throw it straight back at me, I caught it, we had begun.

You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes

For being alive

I, too,  thought you were desiring reciprocation, but you were just a girl and I was just a boy

We felt a world of difference: of mood, of shape of tone. Home was no longer home.

 

I was no longer alone. You wrapped me in your arms

And I went berserk: with happiness.

Could you see me burning with the heat of you?

Sharing a smell that flashed gestures in your blue-blue eyes I thrilled to the merest spelling of your name, little sweet, skewed spelling of your name.

Of your name! The straw hat that was stuck on your head

Was a jubilee for me. Today I could fall asleep happy.

 

I am seventeen next week, and it is summertime. I'm listening to the Yardbirds.