How Doth the Little Crocodile

How doth the little crocodile
improve its shining tail,

He smiled. His lips curling up at the corners, so sweetly. A scent of sweat and perhaps dirt, like any boy in the room. A slight glimmer in his eyes betrays mischief. He stared at me as I scraped the day's homework with a stick of chalk upon the dusty board. At least ten years younger than I, and a boy. Why does he stare and smile? Am I so popular among the students that I have merited male admirers as well? I'm not all that. The scenario makes little, or no sense.

But, as I watch and stare back, I realize. He is beautiful.



And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale.

He preens himself elegantly. His shirt button is undone, his tie loosely in place. A perfect view of his slender neck. Running a hand through his hair, he breaks eye contact to pen down the essay subject in a notebook. I'm disconcerted. He turns around to talk to a classmate, and I return to my desk, troubled. The bell rings, and class is finished. The room slowly empties.

How cheerfully he seems to grin,

The room empties, except for one. Him. He walks towards my desk.
"Is there a problem?" I ask, as naturally as I can. My mind tells me to leave, quickly, before becoming involved. Involved?
"Nothing, sir..." he says softly, the playful smile on his lips, "I think I just left something here, that's all." He picks up a small snow-globe on the desk, examining it. I tell him to please leave it, and if there is nothing wrong, he should be on his way to the next lesson. Was it math?

How neatly spreads his jaws,

"You must be very tired, sir." He says, leaning in closer. "School's over. Yours was the last lesson."
I feel a blush viciously spreading up my features. "in...indeed. so you should be on your way home."
"Not quite yet," he whispers, his face inches from mine. "Not quite yet."

And welcomes little fishes in,

I quickly try to move out of the situation, not moving from my desk, but attempting to shove some papers into a bag, making excuses. He silences me with a touch of his hand on my cheek. He's smaller than me, I could push him away easily, but I'm afraid to touch him. He looks so delicate, a porcelain doll.
"don't you want to know what I forgot?"
His eyes and form are hypnotic. My mind screams at me to leave, but instead, I speak. "y-yes..."

With gently smiling jaws.

He leans down across the desk, allowing the snow globe to fall to the floor. It shatters, spilling liquid and glitter across the wooden boards. His eyes now fill my vision, hazel eyes, golden hair. And gently, he presses his lips against mine. Locked in a sinful embrace, I lose myself in the moment and respond. Breaking away slowly, he whispers into my ear.
"I forgot you."