frisson

everyday

she seems prettier

  and that’s not just

  a sentence to

  start off this poem

  its a fact

proven by the endless

eyeball tests

i’ve conducted over time

her smile doesn’t just

walk by unnoticed

or leave forgotten

it rattles my stability

it trips my gait

it disrupts the cadence

  of an otherwise

  steady heart

waves, shivers, frisson;

faltering dexterity

and the miserable dilemma

trying to decide if i should

spend my day in a 

constant state of arousal

still thinking about her

or just give in to the

refractory period

that’s necessary to

heal

repair

and be ready again

(painting by Monika Luniak on artfinder.com)