Her
mystery
I
barely dare
to
think of you out there
to
think that you might think of me
during
a lonely hour
to
think that you might notice me
examining
your hair
or
the arcs of your shapely body
when
there's no-one there
I
hardly dare
to
think about how you'd feel
or
to imagine how you'd handle me
how
easily you'd scare
to
believe that there is chemistry
even
from this far
to
be enveloped in your mysteries
whatever
they are
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