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)



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