She calls me
To tell me
How much she
Is into me
WTF?
Out of the blue,
Like an over extended
Rubber band
Suddenly let loose,
This girl from the office
Whispering on the phone,
A mystery lady
Who sits across the table
From me at our
Once a week
Meeting
Yet light year away.
How old is she?
Does she know
How old I am?
To even be considered
Worthy turns me back
Into a giddy teen,
Stunned by her deep stare
I can even imagine
Through the precarious
Connection of our cell phone,
A slice of attraction
I did not know I felt
Until her call,
Her oddly slanted features
Especially her mouth,
Haunting,
As she speaks the words,
“I’m really into you,”
I’m confused,
The way I once was
When I put my books
In front of my crotch
Coming out of science class
Back in Jr. High,
To hide how attracted
I was to my science teacher.
WFT?
What the hell is this?
Why can’t I think straight?
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