This inevitable crush
A thought is all
it takes
hold from
there I find myself soaring as
axons alight still
images of you unbidden, smiling
earnest eyes reactivated
ecstasy in an instant
you said [it]
dissipated months ago, but
barefoot pirouettes on the grass, ravishing
flatteries streaming from
lips yet unkissed, magnetic
skin brushing intentionally-unintentionally against
skin, even
at first glance it was obvious —
although we’d both maybe forgotten
the way you looked
at me
that night in October — September?, diagonally
across the kitchen table
amid boyfriends
a fifth wheel
trying to stay
focused on the food, speaking
when spoken to — but you
kept asking me questions and
let me show you
[something]— was that
admiration in your gaze[?] genuine
attraction, heightened
heart-rate, each time I knew
you hoped I’d come
as much as
I hoped you’d be
there is no resisting
the sirenic delight of your voice
a word is all it takes
hold from
there, sparking
Justin Mark DeWolf 2021
