I love a boy.
A boy who seems as though he’s traveling through time;
he sometimes flickers in black-and-white or sepia,
then suddenly shines brightly in Technicolor,
as though he often commutes between Kansas and Oz.
A boy who drinks tea without milk or sugar.
A boy who sings not like the first,
but the second bird you hear in the morning;
his song is not a surprise, not startling, not what wakes you–
it’s what makes you glad you’re awake.
A boy who masquerades as an open book,
but is really very hard to read
A boy who moves like he’s underwater;
completely weightless, completely in control.
A boy who looks graceful whether he’s
A boy who is constantly placed in the spotlight,
yet his eyes have never adjusted.
A boy that knows just how to make you laugh,
even if you’re already crying.
A boy who knows when to let silence be silence,
and also when to break it.
A boy that communicates like a