When he walked into the room
I had nearly missed him.
It was the first time I had seen his face,
memorized the special curves
and peculiar valleys,
and realized how pleasant I found them.
The springs of curls had been buzzed away,
leaving a clean cut shadow.
He was walking a little straighter
or maybe I had imagined it as more than it was
or maybe I hadn’t ever bothered to pay many attention.
When he walked onto the dancefloor
his ears were adorned with gold,
the light catching the glimmering metal
whenever he moved.
His smile was shy and all-knowing as he danced in the center of the circle,
just for a moment becoming the star he desired to be.
Or maybe he didn’t care much for the attention
but for the swaying bodies around him.
Maybe it was in spite of the other boys who stood around like stocks of straw,
paralyzed by the fear of
When he walked into the line
he stood quietly waiting,
a dazed smile on his face
while I watched around and about him fondly.