New.

I wonder what

she thinks about;

I wonder 

whether

she thinks of me.

You see, 

it's 

just so new.

I'm picturing

the house

before

I've even mixed 

the sand with the cement.

I couldn't care less:

brash feelings

conflicting with my desires

(really,

nothing else right now

matters to me;

I always dive in

with my eyes closed:

I just hope

the water isn't frozen).