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spit shined, patent leather smoke

emotions on fire,

4th grade sway

 

she passes my desk, 

i stare into the inkwell,

no words, just a crimson face

embarrassed expression mum

 

i write her beauty in my mind

young heart aflutter with intentions

dreaming during recess

of access to her smile

 

but i know for me,

there will only be a passing fancy

she won't notice my trembling pen

 

trying to get the courage

to whisper "hello"

into her waiting arms

 

and the lips craving to be part 

of her lunch---

 

so i can carry her books home from school

for the rest of our lives.

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/7/16

Reviews

[David Scott]

This is great Jacob. You capture the insecurity and the innocence of childlike love even us grown ups must somehow process.
This resonates.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, David.

j.