The girl with waltz-blue eyes <br />bewilders my breath, <br />braces me mute: <br /> <br />she puffs, my frisky student, <br />slow feelings into <br />pinwheels <br /> <br />while in her wheat-blonde hair <br />my fingers tease <br />eager curls. <br /> <br />Even as after-taste <br />she tingles in my blood <br />like peppermint.<br /><br />William F Dougherty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girl-with-waltz-blue-eyes/
