Christ stop it, just stop it

Stop thinking of her 
     in that shift dress

Flowers detailing the real deal 
     beneath flowing chiffon 

Shades of curves in summer twilight

Extending into legs you’ve known 
     to fight gravity

Just stop it 

Stop thinking of that one time 
     in the park, that smile, 

the easy flick of her hair, those two sparkles 
     some clod decided to call eyes

Eyes? Prized emeralds 
Beyond any lapidary’s touch 
     except my own