[brief daydreams about real people]
her hair would fall on my desk
and every time
i wanted
to
touch it
so one day
i asked if i could touch it
she laughed
and told me
i was
free
to play with her hair
her honey golden brown hair
with natural waves
and beautiful creases
her pretty eyes would always
smile at me
when i did something
particularly
silly
i braided it
and
twirled it
and
rolled it
and
threw it
over her head
and
she laughed
and that was enough
-watching two platonic girls from the other side of the classroom