the thoughts, the feelings the movements
the moment she enters the room and you don't move,
instead you are too busy playing with the ring pull of your can
laughing at someone else's jokes –
but seeing everything she does
and every move that she makes
and sliding past, hello, excuse me, i'm just going...
i'll be back in a minute
and you touch her shoulder, the one you've already passed
that neither of you are looking at
which makes it better
as you can't see what you're doing
and neither can she,
and her clothes feel soft
as they always to
and you wonder if she knows the level
the level of excitement
and you walk away,
hand tingling,
catch your breath.
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