Me: Yeah. It’s really fun to see you get so into it.
Liam: To be honest, I never cared about poetry when I was in school. I thought it was boring.
Liam: Sorry, I know you love poetry
Me: It’s okay, I get it. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Especially for teenagers and college students. Lot of poems can be pretty dry, so I understand if someone doesn’t like poetry at first. You just have to find the right poem. The right one can blow you away.
Liam: I’m learning that now.
Liam: As good as this poem was, I think I liked the other one that you sent better.
Me: To My Dear and Loving Husband by Anne Bradstreet?
Liam: Yeah, that one. That lady was really into her husband.
I laugh.
Liam: I googled the poet and I read that she was a Puritan.
Me: Look at you doing extra credit for your poetry homework.
Liam: I couldn’t help it. I was curious.
He sends a shrugging emoji.
Liam: Pretty passionate for a Puritan lady.
Me: Everyone can feel passion, even Puritans.
Liam: Yeah, I guess you’re right. You think she wrote any dirty poems for her husband?
I burst out laughing.
Me: If she did, she didn’t share them with anyone except him.
Liam: That’s too bad. I bet she could have written a super hot poem about him.
I’m giggling as I send an eye-roll emoji.
Liam: Or hey, maybe that poem was like porn back in the day for the Puritans.
I almost fall off the desk, I’m laughing so hard.
Liam: Come on, you were thinking it too.
Me: Was not.
Liam: You were. I can tell.
Me: No way. I’m not a deviant like you.
He sends back a smiling devil emoji. I bite my lip, still grinning as I gaze at my phone screen.
This is the most fun text conversation I’ve had with a guy in a long time. Not since before my ex broke up with me, and that was over a year ago.
There’s a tingle in my chest as I look down at my phone. Never in a million years did I think I’d be having a flirty conversation about poetry with Liam Scott.
Me: Okay, you really want to read a dirty love poem?
