Wishful Thinking Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

I blush and stutter when I see you,
Feel my grown-upness melt from my brain down
And my big-boy's confidence
Disown me in disgust.
The puppy-like desparation for another minute,
Sentence or God-forbid an arm touch-
Well, a seven year old would do it better.
I think you think I'm sweet, old-fashioned, simple,
But I can't help undressing you with my eyes,
Especially when you walk away
So I think I can't be caught,
When my thoughts are confident big-boy's thoughts,
But they are simple.