Hello young lovers wherever you are. Remember when you whisper those adoring cliches in the ear of the object of your affection–make sure you get it right. Endicott College Creative Writing student Meghan Perkins has a lesson for you in her poem  “Moonwalk.”

Moonwalk

The air is warm as it caresses the world beneath the moon;

The lights are out and not an eye winks from any window on the street;

Our footsteps and breathless laughter are the only sounds besides the hooting owl;

We walk hand in hand and you look at me and say,

“You have the most beautiful blue eyes.”

With that confession, you lean in close, and the illusion starts to fade;

The practiced line echoes in my veins as I let you fall on my shoulder.

Bewildered, you stare at me – your first rejection –

“My eyes are green, dipshit.”

– Meghan Perkins

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