For a fleeting moment
you were encased in amber
as you stared
(at me)
from across the room.
Oh, me? I blushed;
stared down;
took off my hat.
I think that you knew me all along –
that you always knew my name.
Even when you asked me what it was.
You were bluffing!
Because you just wanted to talk to me.
Lord-oh-lord
if I let my imagination run awry
I might hope for a chance.
As it is…
Secret is safe.
Next time, I’ll tell you how it is.
Next time.
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