Beautiful stranger whom I barely know
You sit next to me every day.
Yet I am biased in how I am without expectation.
I respect our boundaries
Yet I feel like I know you,
I've collected myself in over
Five hundred different ways.
& struck my head against rough sulfur
Imagining how you'd react.
We meet eye level although one of
Us is clearly taller
I hardly know if our attraction is mutual
Yet
You're fragrant in both confidence
Bottling yourself to yourself
Yet I pick up on your detached sense
Of beauty.
Standing so far yet appearing so close.
The next time you sit beside me
I'd be delighted to bask in knowing
The perfume of your smile
Each moment becoming more
Combustible,
More volatile before I am cooled off
And there is nothing left
But the trail of your fragrance
Covering this fume of sulfur created
By being set on fire.
The next time you sit beside me
I'll gladly offer you a light
And let my intentions be known
Beautiful candle