Crush
Here’s a poem-ish thing I wrote several years ago. Do you think it’s any good? I still like it, but I suspect I’m really terrible at this sort of thing.
Crush
A simplicity, an unconscious grace,
fluid, natural, and inseparable
from her being,
that brightens her and her surroundings,her presence demanding not awe,
but still, a happy appreciation,
instilling an insatiable interest,
immediate,curves that admit of no criticism,
a smile, not of maturity, but of friendliness,
an innocence that has been happily forgotten,
discarded,and the characteristic vitality of youth,
not tempered by any false religious wisdom,
not checked by pressures of purity, sanctity,
or excellence,are what make her
my crush.
BTW, I was too chicken at the time to ever even talk to her. Ah, those were the days.
