The watching of bobby socks
on feet with a popcorn smell.

A shy face
with downcast eyes and freckles.
If I can coax her smile,
chiclet teeth.
Fine and white,
but tilted funny.
You drive me crazy.

I videoed you at the party.
Fifteen minutes.
Just your feet,
crossing and uncrossing.
No one knew.

I keep it secret.

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