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by Anthony Peifer

Her intoxicating rhythm of walk and soothing composure instill confidence,
her smile laughter, her furtive brown eyes shimmer with knowing.
He stands aghast, petrified, tantalized in virgin feeling
enslaved to her whim, his desperate yearning to sing, to taste her sultry lips.
She alone captures his attention, leaving a dim trail of disregard,
her inadequacies now tokens of individuality.
He flocks to comfort her, incessantly rummaging for mutual feeling,
he grows accustomed to the incalculable distance:
The timid boy avoids touching the stove, resolving friendship the only way
immersed in her presence, enough to keep the feeling alive.