A sprinkle of fairy dust,
Or some atypical nother realm aura
Spiralling focus, in and out of conscience,
I can’t help but smile,
When no one is looking
And only I would know why
That undercover attraction.
Full of chemistry, and silence.
Perhaps I just like his smile.
Maybe it’s his beautiful eyes.
It could be his hushed voice,
Or that he brushes by like a gentle breeze
From time to time.
It’s a beautiful distraction; an innocent
R. A. Douglas