You don't know me, right?

At least not very well…

but my heart still gallops

when you dance by.

Your raucous music slithers

through me, jiving my pores,

pumping my blood,

swaying my hips to and fro.

Hypnotizing everyone as you

work beside me.

You don't know me, right?

But,

I wonder if you think

of me

as I think of you.

Do I fascinate you

as you fascinate me?

If I could be convinced…

I'd leave my feelings

for you

in the drawer

beside my bed.

Maybe then…

I won't get

so hurt.

Again.