Hot-face

Lecture hall darkness

The professor expounding

On twists of the law

My dead eyes glance beside me

And my chill begins to thaw

*

She nimbly steps in

then ghosts on down beside me,

Grinning, late, of course.

And her devilment mischief

Batters my heart with full force.

*

There is danger there,

Renegade smiler, Who might

Cause a ship to sink

I stare in awe, discreetly

At hair like spilling ink.

*

"Mister Darrall, there,

shall I repeat the question?"

My skin turns to beet.

And my red-face stares downward.

Let ground-swallow start with feet.

*

Long fingers brush then,

Lightly closing on my wrist

Her touch like a chill.

She chuckles, mouthing 'busted'

Cat-eyes gleaming with a thrill.