A puppy seeking favor,
he stays a moment, waves at her
savoring her smile, he nods and trips on down the stairs
studying in silence,
she sighs a little: "science!"
she finds the watcher too unnerving, shrugs away his stare.
he stutters to himself, and turns around in place
the look (so innocent!) is wasted, she doesn't see his face
studying medieval texts, she chews upon her pen
and mutters to herself about not having time for men.
A mouse, he's hesitating
the ways that they're relating
make him wait upon her words 'till fear builds up, starts seething
she cries out for a shoulder
if bolder, he would hold her
he scolds, "can you be much colder?" Anger makes her see things.
he stutters to himself, and turns around in shame
he's disappointed, in a sense, when she says his name
he glances back to see her eyes, over that medieval book
she mutters to herself and tries to comfort with her look
snakes are crawling higher
feels his legs on fire
her eyes ignite ignore excite him stumbling off to sleep
he looks up, eyes still closed,
to roses on the path he chose
he throws his head back, shirks his shirt and, quiet, takes this leap
he stutters to himself, and turns around in flight
his innocence is tasted, he never felt so light
with hands that clutch her heavy book about medieval science
she mutters to herself about the crushing weight of silence
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