I smile
just a little wider
just a little while longer
when I think of you
and all the dorky things we do
reading comic books post-coitus
hot cocoa with a shot of Baileys
for a bit of breakfast as we watch
History channel morning marathons
and touring Harvard Square
in the afternoon
I'd never been there before
left too soon
but I'll safely suppose we'll go again
and if we don't
you'll entertain me elsewhere
even so
I live miles away
an hour if I go eighty
but hear your voice
almost every day
just "checkin' in"
to keep in touch
until we touch
again

I grin
a very dorky grin
all the same,
I grin
when I see your name
on my caller ID
that captured moment
on my phone
a photo of you
looking pretty dorky
I contain a laugh
but not a grin
can you tell
I smile when we talk?

I blush
barely, briefly, but
I blush
a warm, hot, blossom
of red upon my
Irish pink cheeks
pale skin
freckles
and my shamed eyes
look away
when you look at me
that way
but yet
I'll be bold
and take hold
of a certain
sense of satisfaction
I saturate in
when you look at me
that way

I smile,
I grin,
and I blush
gods, I love being a girl
a girl with such a crush.

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