The Boy with the Arched Chest

May 15, 2012
My gaze trails down
his freckled face as he speaks.
His powder cerulean eyes flicker with every word.
His hands travel awkwardly as they sway through the air.

My heart is leaping forward;
it’s trying to grasp his mind.
My skin flares upward as he caresses my face.
He is so young, but so capturing.

I beg for opportunity to lie my head down.
His casket is swollen, and I know his heart is fat.

He is stunning; the boy with the arched chest.

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