Friday, 7 October 2016

Flirting

A poem from 1985

am I flirting with you
whether or not I intend to?
Are you flirting with me
or am I projecting my subconscious self images
onto you?
Do I misread your smile
your touch
simply because I want to misread it?
Or do your smile and your touch mean something?

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