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this poem is special because it's about a complete stranger in contrast to my significant other (who is nonexistant)

sexy smooth charcoaled skin,
the perfect combo for my mocha tint
dark blue wool coat, with hooks
in lieu of buttons
a sizeable watch
he wants to know what time it is.
Loose gray trousers, dark
diesel brand shoes.
well dressed.

and me, my usual self
rusty-looking hair, skin-tight
jeans. elf boots, my coat – the gap
my checkered vendor hat
scared to show my million dollar
smile.

facing him – I learned
every inch of his face with
this subtle detective tendency in me.
medium-sized juicy lips, not Jay-z lips, just right.
large dark brown eyes.
regal nose.
manly peach fuzz.
all of him simply off-limits to me…

I looked at the shiny dot on my finger
½ carat, humble, like he was
something I wasn’t sure I wanted,
or needed
but strived for nonetheless.
I refocused my thoughts to him,
his cause.
excellence. success. happiness.
peace of mind
that’s what I wanted,
needed.
the obvious choice.
 

Author's Note

let me have it!

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

Loved the line Not JayZ lips!