He noticed you'd
cut your blonde hair.
Turned away from him,
he noticed it
from the rear.
You busy
making coffees.
He stood watching,
waiting.
There was talking
from the cafe;
people moving
to and fro,
coming and going.
He noticed how slim
your body was,
how thin your arms,
delicate your fingers,
moving at their task.
He studied you
as you turned;
took in your pale features,
icy blue eyes,
the thin pink lips.
Now full on
you looked up
to gaze at him.
He flustered
pretended indifference,
but inside he glowed
like a pokered fire.
You turned away
to make more coffees
and he taking his
on a tray,
sat quietly
not far away.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 2:02 AM UTC
He noticed you'd
cut your blonde hair.
Turned away from him,
he noticed it
from the rear.
You busy
making coffees.
He stood watching,
waiting.
There was talking
from the cafe;
people moving
to and fro,
coming and going.
He noticed how slim
your body was,
how thin your arms,
delicate your fingers,
moving at their task.
He studied you
as you turned;
took in your pale features,
icy blue eyes,
the thin pink lips.
Now full on
you looked up
to gaze at him.
He flustered
pretended indifference,
but inside he glowed
like a pokered fire.
You turned away
to make more coffees
and he taking his
on a tray,
sat quietly
not far away.
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