Infatuation

• Siani Pratt, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2017

Our eyes meet across the room
And merely a second passes.
A smile ghosts his lips
And my heartbeat falters.
His eyes drift away from mine,
But the warmth of his gaze does not.
My skin ripples with goosebumps,
And electricity tingles through my veins.
My heart resonates with a dull ache –
I yearn for what I cannot have.
For he is the moon and the sun,
And I am but an infatuated star.