Chills Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Cooler than John Travolta
Sliding in the gymnasium
In Grease.
I see everything that I am
Afraid to say, outlined in pink.
I get chills in the most
Peachy keen of ways.
From the way that you talk
Down to the way that you walk.
Each day you walk down
The hallway
I see everything that I am
Afraid to say, outlined in pink.
Even flamingos with clipped wings
dream of flying sometimes.
School dances, even
Second chances.
Your legs
They set my soul on fire.
The melting point of stirred
Milkshakes & sneaking out late
While everyone is asleep,
In the most peachy keen of ways.
Nevertheless,
It happened so fast.
Anxiety quickly melting away.
An incredible face that lights up
The whole place.
It's truly a joy to watch,
Smoother than Olivia Newton-John
Drowning in an ocean of pink
I've got chills
& They multiply
Everytime I see you.
You're a dream dressed in all black
With a pink jacket & pink shades
To match.
Every night it's the same dream
Even flamingos with clipped wings
dream of flying sometimes