Published 2005 Literary Magazine: Pastiche
How dare you lock my knees
A sight like alcohol
My judgment impede.
How dare you smile the way you do
Blood rushing cheeks
Nervous hands because of you.
How dare you take my air
Oxygen scarce
Destination, where?
How dare you wake the butterflies
Come fluttering back
Come back just as wise.
How dare you act my mind
Decide the place
Yet never a good time.
How dare you make me weak
Use handrails at steps
No strength to leap.
How dare you?
Tommorrow, can we meet?
