Johnny watched
the girl
in the coffee shop
with the small tattoo
on her neck
just visible
above her collar
of the blouse
she was dressed in black
like a direttore funereo
rather than a bar girl
she had dark long hair
in a ponytail
and eyes to sink ships
or raise men's *****
he watched her
while he sipped
his large latte
taking in
each aspect
of her visible being
her ****** gestures
her smiles
her tone of voice
the skin tone
of her hands and arms
-that aspect
alone visible-
she moved
with firm intention
going about her tasks
with resolve
and ambition
but she seldom
gazed at him
or if she did
when he came in
it was a small smile
of recognition
a quick glance
as she took
his order
from the menu
and all the while
he drank her in
from strand
of dark hair
to tone of pale skin.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Johnny watched
the girl
in the coffee shop
with the small tattoo
on her neck
just visible
above her collar
of the blouse
she was dressed in black
like a direttore funereo
rather than a bar girl
she had dark long hair
in a ponytail
and eyes to sink ships
or raise men's *****
he watched her
while he sipped
his large latte
taking in
each aspect
of her visible being
her ****** gestures
her smiles
her tone of voice
the skin tone
of her hands and arms
-that aspect
alone visible-
she moved
with firm intention
going about her tasks
with resolve
and ambition
but she seldom
gazed at him
or if she did
when he came in
it was a small smile
of recognition
a quick glance
as she took
his order
from the menu
and all the while
he drank her in
from strand
of dark hair
to tone of pale skin.
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