A Poem for Wild Friday

In my eyes he matches the gods

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you—any man whatever—
listening from close by to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the

sweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it—
sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since
once I look at you for a moment, I can't
speak any longer,

but my tongue breaks down, and then all at once a
subtle fire races inside my skin, my
eyes can't see a thing and a whirring whistle
thrums at my hearing,

cold sweat covers me and a trembling takes
a hold of me all over: I'm greener than the
grass is and appear to myself to be little
short of dying.

But all must be endured, since even a poor
sweet thing like me can no longer be near though
without submitting and succumbing the temptation
But just a touch

only one touch when he's not looking on that
bulging bicep so there I've crossed the line
will he know  Know the way my heart is fluttering
Does he know 

like the humming bird wings and there's a
smile creeping across his brow going down
to his masculine accepting lips  Which are
quivering too out of control

waiting for me make a show of my timid desire
which I will honor with my regrets and distress
I uncross my spineless legs and run, run run
and not look back

not one glance—his end
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
 - I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi, Wild Friday at Poets United, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/09/wild-friday-at-poets-united.html?m=1
 - Sanaa wants us to go wild with our version, an attempt to finish this unfinished poem.  The first four verses and the first line of the fifth were written by the ancient female author of Homer's era, Sappho, but she or our ancient poem keepers stopped there.
 - Others' versions are linked by our fellow writers at the link above.
 - What cha yua think?