a poem a day for a year #85

by Amy Turn Sharp


if you would just walk over here 
put your hand on my face
muss my hair
grab at my hand
squeeze
give me a sign that everything is going to be fine
everything 
just like when Claire kissed Bender on the neck
at the end of The Breakfast Club
tender soft sexy lip press
you just could tell
the future
was bright 
you could see into the future