Avi, oh Avi

Oh Avi, Avi
  Sometimes, with my eyes closed
    I see you dance
      a whirling dervish
        and I wish
          oh I wish you would
            pirouette into my arms
              you would hold me
                as I would hold you

                  But my arms and yours
                caught girls, alluring and delicate
              Oh Avi, Avi
            When you laughed
                                              my stomach turned
                                 and butterflies
                and kites
danced into the air

     Occasionally you glanced at me
       the way I did at you
       I think you did
        we were so young
          just boys, small boys
        thinking about you still
         makes my day smile

              I wheel my chair
       with rhythmic movement
   dream about a time
  where I still had future
   and you were in it
     with our tights and muscular
       frames and our spunk
      Avi, oh... Avi.

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March 7, 2017
© Darren White