She glanced timidly
left and right
never letting me
out of her sight
Her soft brown eyes
lowered each time
I tried to lock hers
with mine
I think she hoped
I’d move a long
but I was drawn to her
like a lyric in a song
She looked terrified
teetering in place
like the moon trying
to outshine the sun in space.
Reblogged this on CRAIN'S COMMENTS and commented:
Double entendre. What is she describing?
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Great poem!
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