I love a boy.

I love a boy.

A boy who seems as though he’s traveling through time;

he sometimes flickers in black-and-white or sepia, 

then suddenly shines brightly in Technicolor,

as though he often commutes between Kansas and Oz.

A boy who drinks tea without milk or sugar.

A boy who sings not like the first,

but the second bird you hear in the morning;

his song is not a surprise, not startling, not what wakes you–

it’s what makes you glad you’re awake.

A boy who masquerades as an open book,

but is really very hard to read

A boy who moves like he’s underwater;

completely weightless, completely in control. 

A boy who looks graceful whether he’s 

walking

flailing

waltzing

or falling.

A boy who is constantly placed in the spotlight,

yet his eyes have never adjusted.

A boy that knows just how to make you laugh,

even if you’re already crying.

A boy who knows when to let silence be silence,

and also when to break it.

A boy that communicates like a picture book;

so much can be learned by reading the words he writes,

but sometimes,

all one needs to do to understand

is simply observe.