Yes, These Are Ironed Pants

with all the nervous glances

what does she know?

hope rises

thoughts in a head echo

breath in

breath out



look into her eyes

what can you read?

clues found in blue optics

in the flavor of a summer romance

in the key of quickened heart beats



the meter keeps changing

as the conversation grows tired

what is she trying to tell me

when she's saying nothing at all?

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