dikt

helt i begynnelsen av skoleåret fikk vi en oppgave i kreativ skriving der vi skulle skrive et dikt om en person vi var sammen med eller ville bli sammen med. da hadde jeg kanskje "hengt" med luke i to uker. dette var det jeg skrev.

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it is

it is the goosebumps on my flesh

after a simple touch

it is all the giggling he

makes me go through

it is the smoothness of his skin

smoother than a baby's. something i didn't

think possible

it is the mornings of feeling

disgusting

but apparently not

disgusting enough

it is the incredible amount

of cider he drinks,

making me

feel like the man

it is his unruly hair,

with the occasional streak

of ginger,

never falling into place.

but sometimes, without effort,

inexplicably does

it is his total lack of

british quirks,

and later discovering

he's as british as they come

it is all these different personalities,

recognised from a world that now seems

so far away,

merging into this single person

it is that one time

when we both lean in for a kiss,

completely in synch.

that one perfect moment.

it is the not knowing

the never quite knowing