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[hawthorne]

Crush

My mind at work with you:
   you're across the room
   sitting,
   and there's a shadow between us
   talking.
   But past the shadow all I see-
   the blushing stipple
   of your pale red cheek;
   your way of chewing gum
   in vermeil waves,
   articulated sinew
   undulating
   -mesmerizes me.

Diamonds at the mall:
   your long artistic fingers
   intertwining over glass displays
   are medians of time,
   freezing the lustrous white pilaf
   of your growing eyes
   ever larger in me.