A nostalgic lust—a crush.

I had it for some body.

Something about their sitting near

Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo

That I breathed

Was actuating

Of a lurching in me

Of shallowness of breath

Of slightly sweating

Of tight lips

and fumbling for phrases

Why is the nape

of their neck so especially cute

or the curve ov their back 

or their sauntering walk?