Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she's less than half my age
and sits next to me in ancient history
i find myself leaning towards her
angling in my seat
i can smell her hair, and she looks
good in her burgundy sweater
cassandra, i believe you
every word you say, though
you say little, incidentals
like what page are we on
or what does οικοσ mean
and i take these tokens
and i run with them in my mind
and i'd like to ask her out
for a coffee, maybe
for lunch, but where would we go
what could i possibly say
that she reminds me of high school
of soft skin and the purity of youth
like some virgin priestess of apollo
i worry that i smell of tobacco
and brush the ashes off my pants

she showed this time
as a Jo March
wearing gipsy airs
in a generation XXX kind of dialogue
(she has the power of the creepy smile)
I gave her my wave
& my later!

cool! i like that.

we question our age as if too old is too much while
our attraction to others never grows old or out of fashion
our self-consciousness constantly on guard against folly
how many opportunities to grow go missed because of age
at an age that should finally know better than before..?

i enjoyed this piece very much, D.

how can she turn you down?
great read

they tell me the poets always get the girls. or, the bards always get the birds (if you're british). just something I heard.