Hamster-fingers, fish-lips, leopard-print skin,
Hair like a cockatoo on fire,
Clothed in marine wool and denim,
Knee-high socks and squeaky sneakers,
A pencil clutched in his paw,
His hamster fingers curled tightly
Around a yellow number 2.
James, bee-stung lipped and freckle-flecked,
Your squirrel eyes would grab at the back of my head.
Your lizard arms were too weak for punching,
Too long for swinging,
Too loose for embracing.
James, adorable though you were not,
Fascination kept my gaze glued to your frame each day.Your ruddy plumage captivated me as no one else could.