Pseudo Crush Poem by Leslie Xavier

Pseudo intellect that girl,
the one with her back to the wall.

The child laughed this day,
innocent, her growing swell.
The women called out soft,
cute, sensuous the bare truth.

Pseudo pen-slinger with thoughts,
his back-rest the opposite wall.

The kid who never laughed,
caught between womb and hearts.
The man who could never love,
selfish minus the stomach for life.

Dreamy calculus error prone,
he never could derive integral quotes.

The visionary and the body search,
lost in a world her giggles rose.
Show over and the deserted bed,
white linen after dusty tales.