#brooklynpoem

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Something Wild

Something Wild

A bubbling, rising in the stomach,

followed by heartburn and all over nervousness.

The way her hair looks when she allows it loose;

something wild.

Her fingers are always cold,

but I fantasize about them just the same.

Misguided and even manipulative at worst.

I can’t help how I feel,

but I can help what I do.

What do I do?

What do I do?

Nothing.