chapter I
when did flirting become affection?
think about you every minute
millisecond, I say
nanosecond, he winks back
so much distance between these bodies
yet our souls feel more intertwined
than the strands of braided hair

chapter II*
it's supernatural magic how in a state of glaring anger
I can think of him and gaze at the frosty azure that never seems to float away
and my heart drifts into a sleepy lullaby