Crush

If I could stand within the rays he emits long enough
Maybe I'd be comforted enough to say this:

Your face is a calm autumn day in the middle of summer

And your smile has rays that send my head over -

- and under, and through - sweet dreams in slumber

I dreamt your arms to be a warm, nestling blanket

So I hold on to the moments with our brief embraces

And I hold in the words of my impatient feelings

They bang loudly against the walls of my imagination

"I was just wondering, are you seeing anyone?"

Such a simple question! I can't bring myself to ask

As though the answer would remove the mask

Is it a facade I've held on to that there is a chance?

I wonder if I'm happiest with my imagination's glance.