:the ingredients to a boy:
A scent of matches and buttered toast
and a closet full of button-down shirts
a purple clarinet
and a mess of not-black hair
plus two double-dipped chocolate-soul eyes
A glowing, exothermic warmth
which inevitably flows into me
and a cup full of love and life itself
the ingredients to a boy.
date:September 26, 2007
This was also done for Creative Writing class. The assignment was to write at least eight lines giving the recipe of something that isn't actually food. (Har har, little does my teacher know that Mr. Bunny Boy, whom this poem is about, is also known as the Gingerbread Ninja).
Perhaps you find it strange to write poems abotu my ex-lover in a non-negative fashion. Perhaps it is. Or maybe I just think "a purple clarinet" is the awesomest ingredient ever.