...and then my id told my superego to shove it
by, 11-03-2010 at 09:42 PM (330 Views)
Sweet heat rushing to my face on a cold rainy day.
You are here, walking beside me,
And with my hoodie obscuring my face
And you set on your task,
Why, you haven't recognized me yet.
I get to observe you,
For a moment,
Just being yourself.
I guess nobody else would think that was anything special,
But to me, it is fairy dust and angel wings,
Just magic giving my heart the power of flight.
Inside, settled, you notice me
Seated one behind and two over from you.
You say hello,
And I respond,
But you don't quite hear my "thank you" at the end,
So I clarify, and then add that I'm Southern as explanation.
You smile and say something about being Indian here,
And I fear my face may be going red
Because your smile - which I helped cause - is melting me.
I further joke, and you laugh,
And you remain all grace when you do it.
Oh, I'm so smitten,
I get so nervous,
And, as though you can feel it,
The conversation comes to a merciful close.
Now all I do is stew in the success of our interaction,
And I am so flustered, I can't believe it.
Oh, if you spoke to me again,
I'd probably stumble and babble something awful.
I catch you watching me
Sometimes directly, and sometimes out of the corner of your eye,
Which makes my brain giggle like a schoolgirl,
Because I am doing the same.
Now I know
I must try you.
If we are to be only friends,
So be it,
But I have to try to get to know you,
Love of my waking dreams.
I am counting the days off in my mind
Until it would no longer be unethical
To fraternize with you.
I really wish you weren't so beautiful,
So I could be that smooth romantic prince
I become around women I am not yet attracted to.
I am biased, but I think you may be the most stunning creature
I have encountered in all my life,
And for you, I fear I shall be a fool.
I beg you,
If you do like me,
And if you remain so lovely
In form and temperament,
Then you and I
Might just have something great ahead.