octopus boy

he is beautiful,
oh yes.
i could easily see myself kneeling at his feet
with a crook of his finger in my direction.
i want to lick sweat from between
his shoulder blades,
trace the muscles his worn, fitted
shirt hints at when he stretches his
arms up during
the early morning lecture.
he is all politeness too
honest smiles and an earnest laugh
my heart ached today when
i accidentally caught his eye
as he was polishing his
glasses with the bottom of his sweater.
i may fall truly madly deeply
with every other person i meet
but it’s different this time,
i’m different and more aware
of myself than i have ever been.