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you asked me if I was okay
i didn’t ask why do you stare so much at me
your eyes like your voice tipsy
that moment felt like a cotillion
waltzing and rocking back and forth
respectability of distant admiration
with an acknowledging
phallic intent behind the gaze
not complicated to understand
hands with heavy veins
strong grip soft palms
fire radiating from long fingers
to dark eyes asking
to be allowed to touch me
knowing that answer that would be given
watching body language
hidden truths revealed with gestures
without words hitting air