He
oozes
perfection.
When this boy walks down the halls
at school,
gracing the linoleum floor,
he oozes it out.
It drips from his fingers that we all want to touch,
and it plops on the floor with a silent crash.
The perfection drops are fleeting though;
they dissipate whenever I try to go near.
God knows I never quite can catch them.

He
excretes
magnetism.
When I should perchance talk to him, his eyes are so gripping.
He will challenge mine to a fight,
and his will always win.
And often times I’m afraid of looking at them,
Because their exquisiteness has a way of making me enthralled and
transporting me to the beautiful world of the brown depths of his eyes.
Once I get there, I never want to leave.

He
radiates
flawlessness.
If he is anywhere in my vicinity, I can feel the flawlessness coming off of him.
I hope that maybe a little will rub off on me,
but it can’t stick to me as well.
So, I just enjoy being in his presence,
because one never quite can get tired of talking and walking with a god.