An unexpected visual.
Of such beauty, she appears
With a crowd through the entrance.
I was yet to pay attention.
A lassie. A woman.
Why, it hurts to ponder.
Time has been taken
To witness such personal desire.
I wonder how your voice sounds.
Standing with the table,
My elbows are sticky
As a winter breeze brushes by.
The smell of smoke and perfume as you pass
Is so fresh with this now vibrant night.
You've brought colour to this pub.
Now I've lost track of patter
While thinking that the right moment won't ever be
Unless I do something about it.
About us.
Can you see me?
I wait till you have scanned the room,
Maybe you will spot me here.
I look once more to see that you have
As our eyes lock for just a moment
During your conversation.
Does a girl always want to be desired?
How does she invite?
Those eyes, did they look deliberate or
Is it just the presentation of this room?
A drink goes down.
An excuse to walk
To the bar where she is stood.
But as I prepare to make my move
Her hair spins.
I see her back.
A friend on her shoulder link's arms to take her away.
The group take sure steps towards the wind.
Gutted, I scan for her glance.
Such eyes, they land on me once more.
I feel my smile grow slowly instead of straighten
As for now she has provoked
Me to keep on searching for her essence
Through perfume and Smoke.
- Author: DannyBoi ( Offline)
- Published: January 6th, 2020 13:20
- Comment from author about the poem: A girl walks in a pub then she leaves.
- Category: Love
- Views: 21
Comments1
Fun to read. Your words describe what us men go through thousands and thousands of times. Reading and misreading the signals we think we perceive are generated for our benefit. But hey, thats natural cos sometimes they are - even if it's just a dirty look or scowl.
Made me smile reading this.
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