The Stare
She was a redhead
with auburn flames that sparkled
locks that lapped her shoulders
as if her body was on fire.
It was all just an allure
to focus your attention
onto her face: her green mystical eyes
her lips, alive with the fire of her spirit
her skin as smooth and white
as the vanilla cone she was licking.
Here on the boardwalk she was encircled
by a legion of men, each at a distance
not daring enough to get too close.
Yet each was frozen into a chilling stare
unable to move for what seemed
a slow-motion eternity.
As she sashayed away
her sensuous body floated
past masculine statues
all with their heads on backwards.
They stared as she came to me
close enough to touch
and gave me a taste.