An idle thought

Can I write a story
of sitting across from you?
Can I indulge with squirmy shivers
the infinitely short infinity
in the curve of your mouth,
the deep of an eye like a forest edge
where a deer raises its head
and looks to see who has come?

How will I begin?

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