Outside the Coffee Shop

She stares at me as if she'd like
To have me rush to ravish her.
That's what I think. I could be
Wrong, but I am flattered,
Nonetheless, to squirm, subjected
To that gaze. Is she, in fact, just
Lost in thought, not seeing me
Or anything, or does she have
Some expectation, some vague
Wish that I would find a reason
To move close to her? I cannot
Say. She is quite lovely. My eyes
Dart toward her as she calmly
Stares at me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-20 at 18:12

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