A Newboy Poem by Leah DeCresce

His eyes are green.
Two almond orbs of liquid neon,
nitrogen,
he ignites me with each glance.
They burn me, melt me
like sulfuric acid.
Condemn me to a puddle of sloppy,
human jelly on the floor.
I am silly-putty as he stares,
molded into a clay heart, I beat.
Throb.
Pulsate.
He smiles & I am nothingness.
I cease to exist.
He is the sun, exploding;
a black hole engulfing my silly clay heart-planet.
I stumble, & fall- for him,
for those luminescent eyes,
for that glistening smile.
A hand outstretched.
I fumble, grab, stand like a newborn deer.
But it was him, & those eyes give me strength.
And so we leave, his hand holds mine,
and I am complete.