The girl with waltz-blue eyes
bewilders my breath,
braces me mute:

she puffs, my frisky student,
slow feelings into
pinwheels

while in her wheat-blonde hair
my fingers tease
eager curls.

Even as after-taste
she tingles in my blood
like peppermint.


William F Dougherty

05/24/2012

Posted on 05/24/2012
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