i went back to the scene of our dalliance
& found a dozen paces where i thought there were two,
but we were spellbound for so long
it may as well have been three or four.

i dress myself down on purpose,
unsure of the difference between body & beauty,
unsure of the difference between far & near,
between mere flirting & total attraction.

you are still very coy, very charming.
hinting lightly at a pleasure
in seeing me there.

i don't know the rules
but this feels really wonderful.