My First Crush
Oh how I fantasized that his large
dark eyes would look my way.
Seated behind him in sixth grade
I memorized the back of his head
his dark hair, his neck, his ears.
I watched him play ball with my
infatuated smiles that went unnoticed.
Honey glazed Italian skin in contrast
with a tight white tee shirt led
to romantic dreams and schemes
for him to look and notice me.
One time I took a pencil from his desk
I saw him biting on, he didn’t see.
I loaned him one of mine, he kept.
My captured heart drowned in ecstasy!
2-14-19
(Not for the contest) Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!
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