April by Bobby Hypax
It was early April; I still remember the student's disorder in your room. And the heat of the sun outside. And our heart beats under the skin sheltered from the sun. Between us, you had the most experience.
You raised the volume of the woofer high. I admit the silence did make me shy. And the song began so gaudy. You spoke three words that I did not hear.
I was lost in my farthest spheres listening to fifty ways to leave your lover. After our longest kiss you asked me if I loved you, I lied. I wasn't going to tell you that I listened to fifty ways to leave your lover.
I remember my fingers striking the tempo, and a chord giving me a fever. I should have instead been taken by your lips, your burning gaze, and honey skin... as a true lover. I did not say the words you dreamed of. I still remember your dark hair in the light, the length of the hallway when I left the room, the dust outside, and the voice in the song.
I was lost in my farthest spheres listening to fifty ways to leave your lover. I should have returned to explain that I never wanted to hurt your feelings, but I listened to fifty ways to leave your lover.
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