Every year I write you a poem for your birthday, so here it is, this years birthday present:
That Dragon Look
That look of yours
direct, piecing, and searing.
It straightens out my spine
with sudden alertness.
Makes me ever so conscious of
the rips in my jeans,
the spot on my shirt,
the tangles in my unremarkable hair.
I stand awkwardly,
glaring at my feet,
because they trip me up,
every time I hear you speak.
I sneak another glance,
and find you smiling.
Not even at me,
My red cheeks can’t keep a secret
and my hands can’t seem to stop moving.
My feet spin me around in circles.
Fraught with anxious feeling.
Lost between the folds of my awkward need to stand beside you
and my fervent need to hide.
I like you so much that saying hello
only the tiniest bit less,
than not saying hello.
That look of yours is my end, and my beginning.
(There is a song I think you should hear. It suits you very well and it makes me think of you when I hear it.)
It’s called “Beautiful Day” by Joshua Radin