By @jmwhitmire
Not to my surprise
You had already arrived
And began
I wasn't late, but you were early
Like always.
I found equal comfort
And distress of the sort
To notice you
In your usual workspace.
Towering over your pride
A clay sculpture unspecified
In which you'd tire away
Perfecting.
I'd take my seat, passions imposed
My body heat rose
Uncontrollably
Similar to fever
Or allergy.
I believed you knew, by nature
I silently adored you, stranger
I'd look your way, making sure you were
Still there
Eight paces from my chair
Was the distance we shared
Spanning the length of oceans, and mountains
Traveled by paper airplanes.
Oh, how I liked the magnetism,
Unable to fight this tourism
Imagining your body twirling around me
Like fingers through hair.
Please forgive the way I
Do not acknowledge your eyes
As you catch my glances, in the reflection
Of glasses.
Now, I could be wrong
If I assumed you longed
For me
However, curiosity compels me
To wonder, yes.
This may not be love, yet, I realize
Just infatuations, I recognize
Or a fondness for habit, and
Much desire.
Still, I have you know, my heart
Prompted the first start
Of conversation, with palms of clay
And compliments.
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