Not Today

I will not think of her today.
I have far too much to do.I will not think of her sitting opposite, 

her delicate fingers wrapped around a glass of juice. 

 And then her leaning back, capturing her hair, 

guiding it over one shoulder, baring her gorgeous throat.
I will not recall her laughter, bubbling up, 

making her eloquent brown eyes dance, 

and bringing an immediate smile to my lips.

I will not call to mind her voice, 

its honeyed sweetness and warmth 

so softly caressing me.I will not check my mail, nor my phone, now and again, 

just in case, on the off-chance, even knowing she cannot make contact.
I will not remember how she put her arms around my neck 

the last time we were out, in the town beside the road. 

I will not summon up the delicious frisson of that divine, intimate moment.
I will not remind myself that we held hands briefly, 

in my car, between my shifting gears.
I will not imagine her in a blue dress, 

the tight silky bodice highlighting her lovely breasts and tiny waist.
I will not remember her achingly perfect body beneath it.
I will not, will not, will not conjure up memories of that night …
I will not think of her today.
I have far, far too much to do.