The sunset fell on the boy
as he lay on his side on the prickly grass,
he was in love.
The orange light draped his soft chubby face
and decorated the candy bar wrappers in brilliant
gold and dark chocolate brown, strewn around
him in a blessed circle.
Poor thing...love was like science, like mathematics-
he couldn't wrap his head around it-so he buried his mind
in familiar smells of kitchen and compared her in his head
to delicious culinary delights-
she played the part of a strawberry topped cheese cake,
wrapped in aluminium foil safely tucked to the innermost corner
of the freezer where his prying hands couldn't reach.
He is 9, and a little too round and too short for anyone's
time, and never will be on the money but he is happy
right then...he forgets his size, his tight sweater and the
sweat patches on his armpits-he thinks of her and he
knows how wonderful it is to know and to love.