Call Me By Your Name

and I will trade you my old call sign,

swapped under starlight, hidden from parental eye.

I could not forget you if I tried, and believe

I have, again and again, but you

weaved into my mind, a melody

tickling my tongue, so I must

share this tune with someone

even if it can’t be you.

I remember tanned shoulders, broad,

a real man’s, yearned to trail my fingers

across, let my lips linger a little longer

dare I ponder what we would be come morning.

I remember fresh dew and apricot juice

and all the minute things whispered

when you thought I couldn’t hear you.

I repeat them, my secret prayer, and hope

you’re recalling them too.

but, if I cannot be you, then I will view

you on phone screens hidden under bedsheets

as moonbeams cascade through drapes,

hiding my sins from the day.

I'll ignore the dull abdomen ache,

the way my hands tremble and shake

as I picture a world constructed for us-

a palace made of nothing but stardust

and gleaming teenage dreams.