Sparks in silence?
Raw desire in his eyes
Was it talks of felonies?
The melody
Of his laughter
Or the story I drew in my head?
Go on, imagine with me:
Tangled legs,
Muffled sighs,
Later catching myself blush
When he walks by
Wearing the blue tie I recognize
No,
He had me when he said,
“I’m a Libra.”