divine

Walking down in my apartment,

Chatting with my friend,

Talking about something,

I never really cared about.

Smiling at her bad jokes,

Laughing at her exaggerated actions,

When I see you, walking in the opposite direction.

My breath seems to leave my body,

My eyes fixed on your flawless brown face,

My mind, shocked, at the way you walk,

As if the world follows you around, just for a small taste.

The immaculate curly hair, tied into a bun on the top of your head,

A little taller than me, with your palazzo enlarging in the wind,

And yet,

You look perfect.

My attention dives to your lips,

Mine quivers as I think about how it would feel if I pressed them to yours.

You meet my eyes, the brown irises peering into mine,

And I quickly look away.

I find you on my phone, smiling at the camera, and my heart squeezes,

I smile too, and that's only by looking at your profile picture.

Anxious for you to accept me,

I keep checking my phone every few minutes,

My concentration scattered.

But later, I simply see you as another girl,

Someone who can wing anything they wear,

A cheeky smile on your face, your eyes crinkled, in a pretty dress,

Joyous, to be there in the moment.

Do I like you? Or do I want to be you?

Do I wish to cover your face with my palms,

Imagining how you'd look, sighing softly, and leaning into them?

Or do I just need a friend to embrace?

Before I forget,

There was something I wanted to ask you,

It will take just a moment,

A whisper of my rushed breath,

How does it feel, love, to be divine?

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