proximity of beauty – a poem

proximity of beauty – a poem

she is pretty
and
i begin to lose a bit of my mind
because there is more
to it
and yet
i am drawn
like a hungry moth
ready to abandon
the plan
the pause
the holdup and figure this shit out
as she sips her drink
i’m curious
i’m envious
and i am not all that big a fan
of tattoos, but…
i’m willing
to bend a bit
for those wide eyes
and her pretty perch
at the bar
watching sports tv
and noticing my gaze
and is that a lemonade
or is that a margarita
and does it matter
as i’m only here for the wifi
and ac as the power is down
at my place nearby
where i could imagine
losing consciousness
and in some ways
that’s what’s happening
sitting here
imagining
on nothing more than a pensive look
and dark eyes
and the lazy way she’s sitting
sideways and reading the menu
and i could be
it could be
and it isn’t
it’s just me
being a man-ish
animal
with hungers and longings
unquenched
unattended
and there she is
there
she
is
no one i know
only a flicker of desire
inflamed
by the way she’s doing nothing
in a sea of rush and hurry
she could be a port in the storm
leaning forward to sip
from the frosty glass
and brush up her hair
and we are all here
men and women
at the feeding and watering hole
in need of something
and trying to remember
more than our hunger
and blinding desire
unfolding in the proximity
of beauty
and smiles

9-26-18

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