Notice, the initial in the title has changed. That is because I (being the total idiot I have proven myself to be) have been mistaking two girls for each other until this week-end when I suddenly thought, 'Hey, T doesn't really look like that girl in the hallway... ' Er... duh, because she isn't. Two different people, and yes, T is awfully charming when she smiles, but she is not quite the angel D is, and, well, I'm horrified by mistake. So I'm not changing the title of the other poem, 'Comparison of T', because I wrote it with her in mind, but from here on out, I'm focusing on the lovely D (whose name is, to be honest, as beautiful as she is, but you can't know that.)

I can sit here all day

Watching the shadow you make

Move across the floor with the sunlight.

I can watch the golden light caress

The full moon

Of your cheek.

I can admire the way that great star

Illuminates strands of your Kona hair,

Gilting them.

From this distance I know not

The colour of your eyes

But I see how they shine

When affixed to something

That is not me.

Something utterly unconnected with me,

For while I see the blackboard as a thing

You wrote one once,

The chalk an instrument you held in your own fingers

Of the same colour,

You see a slab of slate

And a piece of chalk.

I can sit here all day,

Short of breath,

Mesmerised by the way you sit,

Only to have you look over here

(a cursory glance,

a survey of the room)

and turn away.

I can sit here all day,

And never let you know that

I wait in crazy anticipation

For the moment you walk by.

Is it a cliché to say

You walk like your feet

Are winged like the mercurial god?

I can sit here all day

Even when you are gone,

Remembering how sat here

In the Sun.