Every moment of my mind
Traces every shift
Of that line by your lip.
I study Chaucer
Thinking on that time at work
You grabbed me.
My hand that is
My fingers exactly.
I moved my eyes quickly to the floor
I'm sure it was intentional.
Was it intentional?
Chaucer...
Is that really what you meant?
He says your gay.
...but you told me
Chaucer
I love that shift
that line...
your lip.