nervous and edgy you look at her
The blue in her eyes
A secret Atlantis
The soothe in her tone
An angelic melody
across the class, you stare at her
The cross of her legs
The swing of her foot
bashfully and stealthily you glance at her
The curve of her lips
like two rolling hills
you sit and wait
wait and wait
by and by she turns and sees you
thorns and daggers pierce your chest
nervous and edgy you look away
anxious and frozen you sit and daydream
your hand stroking her lingering nut-colored hair
a gust of wind ondulating a field of wheat
your hand cups her chin
you approach her smile
her exhaling brushes your skin
numbs your skin
The wind gusts to the east
her hair falls like a veil on her face
a translucent wall
or maybe a welcoming gate
nevertheless your hand nestles her neck
you feel her carotid pulse
ticking and throbbing
A living clock
ready to share lips, your noses touch
the colliding of mountains
her lips pucker ready and near you
almost feel you
inches and pinches away
closer and closer
But you sit there, brooding in a monk’s silence.
Her eyes look up at you from her papers and stare at you.
A sweet stare
Eyes expectant, like a hopeful bird, craving to speak
The cold, void space steals your voice.
The class ends and like midnight fog all rise.
Calmly, she stands up, fixing her autumn yellow skirt.
And for one last choking moment she looks your way.
Panicked you look away,
knowing you’ll always be that kid who stares but never dares,
who will remain a speechless “creep.”
Nothing more than a side conversation.
Her, an eternal crush.
As she walks away, you think of the guy,
the cool, hip guy you have seen her talking to. Always smiling.
A sort of jealousy settles in as you now see them talk.
Her wavy smile
An unreachable star
Tomorrow, maybe you’ll see them holding hands,
and maybe then it’ll be clear.
But today, like a gazelle’s shadow she moves,
lurking and seizing your memories,
back to the one where you first saw her,
beautiful in that scarlet red dress.
and you walk the deceiving Dreamer’s road,
a dull ship lost in thunders and seiches
an empty vessel,
envisaging of the day when her breath becomes yours.