The Professor Flirts

The Professor Flirts You catch my gaze and hold it, hypnotize For just a moment, then look down, then up, Then down again. You smile. Your smile is wise But brief. You turn your profile to me, flip Your hair with one hand carelessly and not Too obviously, as if by habit, chance-You make me study you to notice it. And somehow I find I am in a dance: It almost feels as if I'm leading, Chest forward, head up, all my limbs Have some relation of significance To yours, to their positions. My head swims. But I hold on. Hit harder. I'm not bleeding.