He took a liking to Asianna.
The way every sweater has perfect creases
From the care she takes in folding them.
How her pants don’t have a single wrinkle.
He knows she prefers to hang them up.
The belt she always wears,
Although she doesn’t need one,
Her pants have such a tight fit anyway.
The way she retracts her hands into her sweatshirt
When a chill is in the air.
How she pays particular attention
To the movement of her foot
When tapping it to music.
He knows she’s anxious about her sense of rhythm,
Or lack thereof.
The dimple she gets when she smiles or laughs,
But she only has the one on the right side of her face.
He likes the way that dimple balances so well with her left eye,
Which is slightly larger than the other.
He has no doubt that he is the only one who ever looked so closely,
And even if someone else had,
He knows they don’t appreciate these simple aspects of beauty,
Or even flaws, like he does.
Every detail of her face and body
Arouse a sense of life within him.
He breathes by knowing
She will bite her lip in moments of anxiety.
His heart beats for her,
Yet she will never know.
She is clueless to her being a source of life
For the quiet boy in the back corner,
And she never will know because
How can he tell her that she is his sun radiating life?
All the while, he continues to orbit her.

09/24/2003

Posted on 09/26/2003
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