Circling the workshop,
Pace turned to a stroll,
Let's make eye contact again.
Furrow my brow, if I could.
Grimace with pain, if I'd remember.
Puzzled glance, if only you hadn't already answered.
Quizzical crazed shake, if it'd induce your smirk.
Twerk in the shadows, if only to hear you laugh out loud.
Tap your shoulder, if the surprise were real and your reaction only mine.
Graze your palm and fingers, if the door hadn't moved so quick to divide us.
Caress that curvature of your neck, if you whistle, again&again.
Hold my Solemn stance, if your backbone shakes.
Run and hide, if you're still chasing bunnies.
Wait, if everlasting hope feels like sunshine.
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