Thursday, January 28, 2016

A touch of grey

A touch of grey.
A tired face.
Smile soft as silk—
She seems so out of place.
Iris almost purple.
Her glasses frame her eyes—
Optical slight of hand.
A convenient disguise.
Is she one of a kind?
Or, am I just colorblind?
Is she timid & bland?
Or, do I not understand?
So serious.
She makes me feel delirious.
I cannot know—
I'm curious.
I mustn't ask—
I'm furious.
She looks this way—
I catch her glance.
Give her a chance—
A chance to dance.
The dance of daring—
Jousting, brave.
To lust, we will always be slaves.

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