They sit on the floor against the air vent,
Boys legs stretched out next to girl legs,
Sweatshirt grazing sweatshirt, and
Although they are clutching books,
A page has not turned in minutes.
He shifts and bends his knees--
Boy denim touching girl denim.
They sit like that for a moment, still as statues,
Waiting for any type of reaction.
Head bowed beneath the blanket of blonde hair, eyes
Fixed to the printed page, he
Bends his leg further.
Now boy knee is decidedly resting upon girl knee.
Her face bursts into a smile; she tries, but
Cannot help but smile.
Eyes glued to the books they each held,
They steal glances through hair,
Never making eye contact.
Both of their faces are flushed and glowing.
As I watch their
Marvelous distraction,
I feel nostalgic for the thrill of knees in denim
And regret for having to be its eventual interruption.
