You can twirl your hair

Tuck it back and over your ear

To expose golden earrings

Blinding like lighting

Yet kind, like spring showers

You can smile

Smile bright with waxy

White teeth as your eyes

Squeeze together

Revealing two soft dimples

You can transfer shudders

That run from my left

Shoulder and down

My spine, never touching

But these shudders carry electricity

You can string me along

To conjure a phantasm

Lying behind

Chartreuse envy and

Reluctant compliance

You can tap melodies

With your fingers along my

Bare arms, sweet nothings

That need no meaning

When touch speaks our native