no one could figure out
how his face, as sudden
as the moment an apple
falls from the tree,
printed itself on the dress
you wore that day.
he only stood across the room
from you & your blushing.
his smile leapt out from behind
those lips and you were hooked.
the room swelled,
the windows rattled in their frames,
and there it was, right on the front
of your circle skirt.
clear as the vodka
used to spike the punch.
you ran out of the dancehall,
down to the ladies’ room.
the mirror reflected his eyes
right back into yours.
you felt him breathe
warmly on your stomach.
something was awakened.
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