Together, under a clear blue sky
I do not love youLike the way those teenagers do.I love the fall of your velvet skirtI love the wavesI love the crestsI love how you look at meWith that new burgundy glossPoutingWaiting.
I cannot love youLike teenagers do.
Wow! ...wonderfully adult without implications that being adult means sinking into illicit, pornographic poetic images... There is a place for in-your-face rawness in poetry, and rawness shouldn't be forbidden; but your wonderful string of ordinary words into a beautiful poetic structure is just right. Thanks, Rajesh.