Evergreen This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

   Carousing with you is like tasting my first ripe nectarine,

Like sticking my toe inside a black slinky limousine.

Discovering the punch packed by a well-made trampoline.

The clinking, chinking victory from a Vegas slot machine.

Getting up there with the band and playing tambourine,

which fits just right enveloped in a haze of nicotine.

Do you remember me then, in my skin of seventeen?

All long, safe skirts, docile shirts, and coat of velveteen?

I wasn't new, wasn't wise, but somewhere in-between,

And you said you'd like to meet me, up on the mezzanine.

For all I knew you could've been some hard-core libertine

(When people spoke your name it always reeked of mescaline)

Across the room I saw your form, smiling serpentine,

Smiling at the startled skin of my philistine.

You scraped a way and took me down, into your submarine,

Which was a fright, though welcome break, from my quarantine.

You're all the things I never found in teeny magazines,

And I still find you on the streets on blacked-out Halloweens.

If you were flavor in my mouth you'd taste of wintergreen.

If you were creature by my feet you'd be a wolverine.

If you were gadget by my bed you'd be a dream machine.

If you were prophet at my door you'd be a Nazarene.

An incendiary spirit, match plus gasoline.

Screwball eyes with lenses that are coloured tourmaline.

A sly expert who trips me into the unforeseen.

Beloved imp who teaches me to keep me evergreen.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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