i think about him. all

of the time. caught up

in daydream land, just

picturing his face close

to mine. and i can't help

but smile when his face

comes to mind, a polaroid

printed on my brain

(because art expresses all)

and i draw my finger down

his cheekbones just to feel

the curve of his jaw, to

caress his cheek, to tell him

that i think he's pretty.

flutter, flutter, flutter

inside of me like a roaring

beast, waking the dragon

that's protecting me up in

my tower.

the things i would do if i

could bring him to the

tallest room and kiss him.