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Click hereTaking you is on my mind
You walk into my crowded library
(It’s mine because I say it is
I revel in passing fancies
And you are one of them)
You sidle past me
Towards the shelf towards which incidentally
I shall sidle too
Are you watching me as I
watch you stretch revealingly?
Or are you revealingly unwitting?
You wear spectacles, and your hair
is tied back, like the rest of you
Which holds back, but when untied
Flows cascading wild
(or is that presuming too much?
I always have been presumptuous
And am often contemptuous)
now I am behind you
An inch separates us
It’s curious how often and how much
an inch can separate
What an inch separates
a moment will undo
Shall I touch you now?
Will you mind?
A voice tells me you will not
But who knows of these voices
These are tough choices
So here you are
In a dark grey skirt
That reaches below your knee
Stockings beneath
And I long to know what else