Pocahontas
I see you. I feel like that's all I do anymore.
No words escape from my lips.
All I can think is "There she is"
My heart races a mile a minute.
I don't know whether I'm going to
jump for joy when I see your face or hide
in agony in a corner like a child on punishment.
All I know is that your beautiful.
I wish I could read your mind and
finally get these feelings understood.
I almost don't want to burst the bubble.
I'm afraid of the stench of the truth when it comes leaking out
like an old carton of milk.
I'd much rather watch you from afar and dream.
Black hair flowing down your back.
I never knew I would be this intrigued.
And there you are. And so am I.
I'm so confused about these sudden feelings.
I stare up at my ceiling thinking of you and hours transpire.
I wonder if I'll get crushed like a massive earthquake in Haiti.
But just the though of these feelings being consensual
scares the hell out of me. As long as I don't go forward
I will never know but boy am I enjoying fantasizing about
what I don't know. Just the pure curiosity makes me want
to dive into her like a kids first experience with snow. Pocahontas.
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