I always see her first
and THANK CHRIST for the minor allowance
which gives my reaction a second take so laid back
she will never find the enthusiasm in my eyes
or the feelings I have.
She considers herself shy
but loves people and searching for good conversation...
Her eyes drift over to my side of the room
and then retreat like a spring that cuts my finger
when I try to uncoil it’s tail.
She has been trained to look at the male,
his rough hands and rocky chest
no place for her head.
I sit in horror where she sees herself
I waited weeks for this,
a repeat of the same fruitless encounter
that I cannot discard hope for even when I know better.
I waited for the elevator even though the parking lot is one floor down,
it was slow and so I turned to the wall
which held some bad painting and a few...
You cannot be this.
But, if anybody has ever so fully embodied a word
that a portrait should enter the dictionary like a scientist in church,
it would be you and yours.
I have never personally seen an aura
but when you wear white clothes, I think that I just have...