Leah DeCresce - A newboy

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