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?

Mysterious.

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.