coffeehouse

holy shit

(as it were)

she looks at me
and speaks to her friend as she does
the accent thick (slavic)

deep round face
eyes dark and shooting
spines of electricity
through my brain/soul

she looks often
almost smiling
quizzically erotic
i grow empowered

i cannot resist
but to swallow her sight
breasts of perfection
barely encased in black

a neck of silk
proud chin of heritage
lips full red of their own
volition, parted, smiling

she has watched me
drink her
with my eyes
and knows my mind

in her hands
i want my
words
for her to know me

since i cannot
speak
approach
move

transfixed
my eyes
to hers
as she looks again

this time
long
penetrating
pulling at me

my god (she does)

she knows my words
and smiles again
as she stands
to leave

i watch the graceful
curves of her chest
hips
backside, move

as she leaves
with her friend (lover)
walking past me close
slighly brushing

me with her thigh
her heat and
intensity
imprinted in my flesh

i sigh
and will submit
knowing i won't see her again
ever

yet i submit
and hope
that once again
she will know my words

© 1993 C Rex
June 27