Chapter 4 - Prose
I flicked through my biology notes, the ones I had copied earlier for Alice. I hoped she could understand them; though as I got to the second from last page I began to doubt that she would – the scribbles I had jotted down danced around the page… and made absolutely no sense to me at all. I sighed. If I couldn't understand them, there was no way Alice would. I turned to the last page and froze. There, in front of me was the poem, well, if you could call my mind wandering a poem. The poem I had written in Biology whilst waiting for the teacher to arrive. The poem I had started to write whilst thinking about her. The poem I had become so involved in, I hadn't even noticed the teacher arrive, or start the class. The only poem I had ever written… one I had absolutely no intention of sharing. Absolute panic ensued. Had I copied this very page as well? I read through the words on the page….
Mesmeric stranger entices me,
Provocative aura, inviting...
Seductive smile is all I see,
Red lips so tantalizing.
Pallid face, a sallow white,
Incisive eyes discerning...
Hair obsidian like the night,
I feel my pulse vibrating.
She casts a spell, rapture, daze,
Saunters to my side...
Enveloped inside her gaze,
Transfixed, she is my guide.
Mesmeric stranger, enticed me,
Mystery so inviting...
Smile on lips is all I see,
Souls linked, so tantalizing.
Okay, so I hadn't actually written down her name, my words could be about absolutely anyone, right? I let out a huge sigh and rolled back on my bed. What a total, total idiot I was. If she didn't assume it was about her, she would certainly wonder who it was about… and what it was about… did I even know myself? The words had poured onto the page as I thought about her – my own personal inspiring muse. Now she was going to think I was a total freak, or just plain odd, or gay….
For the first time that week I found myself hoping, no, praying, that she didn't attend class for the rest of the week…