Puppy Love
When her head inclined towards his
he could smell her fragrant hair
and his concentration vanished
as a wisp of smoke in air.
To her softly spoken question
his mouth had mumbled words
though they were incoherent
so she’d not clearly heard,
then she asked if he’d repeat them
but his head kept spinning more,
all he wished for was an opening
so he’d slip down through the floor.
His face was glowing hotly
with involuntary red
and the thought that she may see it
simply added to his dread.
Then suddenly she’d moved away
attending to another
leaving him lost in confusion
and struggling to recover
so that no one else would notice
how he’d felt so near to Heaven
when getting close attention
from his teacher in grade seven!
© Pete Stratford
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