05-14-2013, 08:35 AM
Perfect glittering blue eyes
Staring behind champagne eyelashes.
His freckles a map of your favorite constellation,
His spine aligned analogously to that of your first chapter book.
Wondering if you missed the moment when the stars aligned.
When everything and everyone found their place.
The moment when you laid eyes on him.
I suppose someone up there must have said, "This is how it should be."
And as he blinks through his champagne eyelashes, you realize something's changed.
No more electricity,
Or a teenage averted glance.
Will you ever feel this way again?
No. No. No.
What else are we to do?
Staring behind champagne eyelashes.
His freckles a map of your favorite constellation,
His spine aligned analogously to that of your first chapter book.
Wondering if you missed the moment when the stars aligned.
When everything and everyone found their place.
The moment when you laid eyes on him.
I suppose someone up there must have said, "This is how it should be."
And as he blinks through his champagne eyelashes, you realize something's changed.
No more electricity,
Or a teenage averted glance.
Will you ever feel this way again?
No. No. No.
What else are we to do?