oh French boy
you are so beautiful
I truly thought I might die
"He is so cute I could literally die"
I type in my notes app
(and for all intents and purposes,
for all intensive purposes: I
mean it. I do not exaggerate).
Thrown to me, a pure product of
happenstance, and I so in love with you
a month ago on the metro, eyes roving
your sweatshirt and your knit cap,
drinking you in, you were so beautiful to me even then
served up to me again today by so many overlapping moments of chance
and then you order the same sandwich as me
and I can not believe my luck
an opening, to say something, anything
it's good no? but I shy away, I always shy away
(oh god you are so beautiful, too beautiful, and nervous
when you sense me in my noticing, I can tell)
but you see me register that you have repeated my order
and you smile and inside, everything I have ever known
sets on fire.
Perhaps that is enough.
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