Huntress April 12, 2012

 

Bar talk is never meant

To be taken seriously,

Postering and positioning

With the hope in the end

You may get lucky

I’m out of my league,

Especially with her,

She’s so smooth

How she operates here,

Knows the landscape

The rules of the road,

Look,

How eloquently

She holds her wine glass,

How she tilts her head,

Dark gaze peering across

The rim of her glass

Evaluating me,

As if I am wild game,

She is on the hunt,

I have no resources

To keep free of her scope,

Every move she makes

Calculating how I will react,

To the shift of her lips,

Her hips or her long legs,

Her smile from her

Lemon peal lips

Undoes me,

I wave a white flag

I cannot resist.

This is her world

Not mine.