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,
so shrugs away his stare.
he stutters to himself, and turns around in place
his innocent look is wasted, she doesn't see his face
studying medieval texts, she chews upon her pen
and mutters to herself that she hasn't time for men.
A mouse, he hesitates
the state of their relation makes
him wait upon her every word
the fear builds up, starts seething
she wishes out loud for a shoulder
if bolder, he would try to hold
he scolds her "can you be much colder?"
anger makes her finally 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, o'er the medieval book
she mutters to herself and tries to comfort with her look
snakes are crawling higher
his legs on fire, her eyes ignite
ignore and yet excite him
and he stumbles off to sleep
looking up, his eyes still closed
the roses lie on the path he chose
he throws his head back, shirks
his shirt and takes this leap
he stutters to himself, and turns around in flight
his innocence is tasted, he never felt so light
with hands clutching her heavy book about medieval science
she mutters to herself about the crushing weight of silence
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