Blush.

I would blush when you sat by my side
on those hot languid nights, smoking
in a red wine haze
or whatever else
was lying around at the time
Legs piled in heaps
on the coffee table.

Little prickles
from my hair standing to attention
would itch my neck
Goosebumps creeping
from your arrival
I would blush when your arm touched mine
but you couldn't see where.