-Joelena Saldana
12/1/14
He stares.
The beautiful man stares at me.

I look around to see if I'm not the one he wanders his eyes at,
but there is no one.

I look at my clothes, there's nothing there.
I can see his gentle caring eyes just settling on me.

I know they won't move.

Maybe he's just daydreaming.

He's so beautiful.
His lips are full, his surfer boy haircut,
he seems mysterious.

I start to stare back just witnessing his full parted lips,
his eyes glued to mine,
his somewhat muscular arms,
his incredible light hazel brown eyes.
His pierced ear.

I can see amazement,
carefree,
risk taking,
pride,
and yet humble,
artistic,
but most of all beauty in his eyes.

I wonder what he's thinking about.
What he dreams of.

His eyes move.
They scan my body.
Not perverted like,
but like something's different.

Is something wrong?
Oh, what I'd give to know what he's thinking,
what he see's,
what he dreams.

I finally ask,
"What are you staring at?"
noticing I say it softly.
He answers
"You."

I'm amazed. Astonished.

I ask without noticing,
"Why?"

In the most sweetest, gentlest, most beautiful tone, he answers once again,

"You're beautiful..."