You've eaten two chicken burgers in front of me
and the second time
I realized
you were beautiful.
That sounds stupid, but hear me out;
your eyes
they're perfect
your lashes are so delicate
like gossamer black frames of thin, long, lady's gloved fingers.
I sound crazy, I know
But I'm writing a poem about it
and Art is a license for madness;
So leave me be.
I'm stalking pictures of you on the webs
of the internet
But these golems
these flat, lifeless, smiles
leave me unsatisfied
None of them capture that moment
when I was
suspended
in a state of silent staring
like cobwebs in empty, abandoned room corners
hanging
quiet
undisturbed
your voice muted by the screaming
in your eyes
as you
romantically
perfectly
delicately
bit into that burger.
I wonder how I looked then.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
You've eaten two chicken burgers in front of me
and the second time
I realized
you were beautiful.
That sounds stupid, but hear me out;
your eyes
they're perfect
your lashes are so delicate
like gossamer black frames of thin, long, lady's gloved fingers.
I sound crazy, I know
But I'm writing a poem about it
and Art is a license for madness;
So leave me be.
I'm stalking pictures of you on the webs
of the internet
But these golems
these flat, lifeless, smiles
leave me unsatisfied
None of them capture that moment
when I was
suspended
in a state of silent staring
like cobwebs in empty, abandoned room corners
hanging
quiet
undisturbed
your voice muted by the screaming
in your eyes
as you
romantically
perfectly
delicately
bit into that burger.
I wonder how I looked then.
This was a spur of the moment kind of thing...kill me.
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