Sleeping Boy

Watching the boy falling
asleep on his desk.
I smile a knowing smile.
His head in his hand,
he starts to lean
then snaps back up.
He leans again,
and snaps back up.
He needs more sleep.
I laugh as he almost
falls out of his chair.
He looks at me and smiles.
I smile back.
I love his smile,
and I love watching him.
He's tall and thin, with
long brown hair that flips
out at the end.
I wish I had hair as
perfect as his.
God, he has beautiful hands!
Ha! He keeps leaning!
He's so funny!
He sits up and looks at me
with his grey-blue eyes.
Man, I love his eyes!
He pulls out his book and
reads, while I sit here
writing about him in the
journal he gave me for
Christmas, and the pen
his girlfriend gave me.

So as you see,
there's no hope.
I can't have him.
All I'm permitted to
do is to look........
and to dream.