Not a Love Poem

Your pencil scratches across the paper,

Scribbling down your thought on this 'write a poem about someone' prompt.

I wonder what you are writing.

Your head gently rests in your delicate hand.

I can tell you skin is soft from here.

I wonder how much gel you wear in your blond hair.

Piercing eyes and a boyish smile,

You speak your mind freely.

I wonder if your feet are cold in those shoes.

You walk with such style.

I'd recognize your smell anywhere.

I wonder if you think I stalk you.

You have a certain mystic,

One I cannot figure out.

I wonder who your heart belongs to.

I've seen you act,

I've heard you sing.

I wonder what you can't do.