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Poem: Flattered

Flattered

Strange to me this nervousness
This can't-quite-breathe and butterflies
Yet not unfamiliar

In one look the playful flirting became more
Teasing became trembling
A second was a year
As his eyes melted my resistance

In any other, I might have fallen
Why then am I merely flattered
Even with heart pounding and breath short?


November 6, 1998
Bonnie J. (Askey) Weathers

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