I drive too far too long
with too many strange
thoughts
tumbling in my head,
steering to a place
where my face is too familiar,
drawing frowns from
people
who ask me why I'm there,
when this isn't Tuesday,
I am helpless to tell them
why I've come when
she is
the only one who knows,
looking yet not looking at me,
when I arrive, not quite a tease,
yet I tingle up and down
and all around even
at the least look in
my direction,
she with limbs like a
spider's
and crooked lips any sane man
would want to kiss,
only I'm not sane
I dip down deep into a gaze
I feel swallows me whole,
making me tremble,
me acting like I did
at
16, or 15 or 14,
when bracing myself
for my first kiss
she giving me that look that says
"If you're a
good boy..."
Maybe.
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