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