encounter |
You haunt me, |
thief of my thoughts -- |
every time that I see you, |
all those other things I might do |
I forget at your sight; |
and I look for you now |
every time in that place I first saw you; |
lithe, graceful, |
elegance moving in black, |
dark eyes that pierce, |
you wrench my heart |
every time that you come in my sight; |
and I fear the next time |
hoping you'd see me |
as I pass |
within frantic heartbeats' length |
of your eyes. |
© Jon Bohrn (1998) |