Crush
A nostalgic lust—a crush.
I had it for some body.
Something about their sitting near
Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo
That I breathed
Was actuating
Of a lurching in me
Of shallowness of breath
Of slightly sweating
Of tight lips
and fumbling for phrases
Why is the nape
of their neck so especially cute
or the curve ov their back
or their sauntering walk?
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