His Two Day Trip
How silly am I to think
That just because I meet an adventurous boy
Who is fond of my dirty hair
And who likes to test his lung capacity
In the oceans in my eyes
That he would be full of wanderlust
to freefall into the caverns of my heart
and seek the rubies that hide there
Waiting to be found.
When instead all he lusts for
Are the flowers growing on my lips
And the trails through the hills
my body makes when I lie down.
To him I’m just a place, not an adventure to take