I'Ve Got Your Back
Twenty-three ...
The freckles on your nape,
Tiny islands of wonder on your silky dermis ...
I have traveled every one, many times.
Day-after-day I sit here at the desk behind yours,
Oblivious to whatever algebraic nonsense is being purveyed on the board,
Utterly fascinated by every little detail about you and yours -
How you squeak at the end of every sentence,
The way you tuck your chocolate brown tresses behind your ear,
How your neck curves so perfectly into your shoulders,
The way you reach back to play with the clasp of your pendant,
And how every-so-often on a good day, a really, really good day,
You rest your right hand on your left shoulder,
And wiggle your fingers like a fan, in a private wave ... to ME!
(Well, I like to pretend it's a wave to me, though we rarely speak).
Oh, the romantic fantasies I have concocted here,
Sitting behind you every day ... adoring you ...
The dragons I've slayed, the battlements I've scaled, the wars I've won!
I have memorized your wardrobe and counted the buttons on each,
I can name the perfumes you wear - seven in all ...
Every tidbit you speak is like sacred manna from heaven,
And I a starving angel, enraptured.
You sit here, within arm's reach,
Yet you are worlds away.
Someday, perhaps ...
Someday.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "I'm Crushing On You" Poetry Contest, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver, Judge & Sponsor.
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