“the crush”

He sat next to me in the common room
His hair is curly and his skin is caramel brown
The first day he smiled at me and I waved
Through the three weeks I had a crush
He was always nice, he always waved and smiled at me

Fire! Fire!
They all scream,
It's past the forest,
It's over the stream.

Run! Run!
They all cower,
Letting in the flame,
Giving it the power.

Hide! Hide!
They all duck,
Losing all faith,
When reality struck.

Help! Help!
They all shout,
Throwing up their arms,
Flailing about.

Stop! Stop!
They all plead,
They want to be safe,
They want to be freed.

Yes! Yes!
They all yell,
As the fire recedes,
Without deaths’ bell.

Gone! Gone!
They all chant,
As they circle the camp,
And their wish was grant.

As the leaves and shade surround me
I wander on, an explorer solitary
Beetle graffiti and fertile earth
Capture my attention as I explore dirt
And though I'm called back for mandatory "fun"
My mind still lingers in the shade and the sun

The camp fire burns high and
Provisions carried from home are passed about.
Laughing faces of the unyet tested,
The over morale of an Emperors finest legion
Marching into Gaulic lands
With heads held high.

Spirits are soaring and blessings are passed,
And the fluttering thoughts of home are flower painted.
Perhaps I will be back before the July sun
Bakes my armored back,
Perhaps I will be back to attend to Love
And its reaping yield
Before a burning sun alters my heart.