crush

I have to confess
I dream of you
At an age
When women have men
Husbands and kids
Settled into their skin
And designer heels
I still have a crush

I have to confess
I’m not sure why
At a time
When parents age
Dangerously and too fast
Unsettled in their bodies
And designer drugs
I want to make you promises

I have to confess
The very thought of you
On occasion
When time passes
Changing and not
Resettling souls
And creative hearts
I wish you were mine