Boys in Blue
A poem
IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
Boys in Blue
Cops around the corner
I’m just on the trampoline
waiting in the back yard
I’m just waiting for my first kiss
waiting for my friend and that face I’ll miss.
Showing up on my step
boys in blue, don’t touch me.
I know my parents called you,
boys in blue, have mercy.
Have patience, I just need my boy
to kiss me one last time
before I go with you.
Boys in blue you ever loved a thing
so much you’d wanna kill for love
instead of kill for hate?
This is what he told me, so I did.
I just need to kiss the chocolate off his lips
so I can taste him when I go
but he’s late. He’s never late.
Boys in blue, count down with me,
and if he’s not here in five minutes
like he promised, count me out.
If he’s not around the corner, count me out.
Boys in blue, give him a message:
Tell him I was waiting in the back yard,
dressed like a kiss, waiting on the trampoline
for our last kiss when my parents found me,
red like lipstick, red like love.
Angel, be around the corner
when they take me.
I did what I was meant to,
boys in blue, I did all I was meant to.