In the two back rows
There is neon pink goo
Splattered from my desk and behind towards you
Who knew H20 + O2 could be bring me closer to you
I watch as your hands move, copying answers
All the while you laugh as I tease you
A rare moment
It is mostly you making my cheeks splatter with color
As I watch the corner of your lip turn up into that smirk
As I watch you run your left hand, the one with the birthmark, through your hair
You make me feel as if I’m running a fever
A fever I don’t want to break ever
I want to always feel flushed and hazy
-Annette
