Lisa


Caught staring with fascination at nothing

blinded by a glimpse

tepid in approach

a slight slouch on the concrete sit

tossing around words in my head that I see fit

my lips  keep moving not knowing what I'm projecting

not a meaningless conversation as  she cracks a smile

my ebon skin with a sudden rash

Not in a rush to return to company but intoxication could prove fatal to this conversation.