That Girl
Over there, across the street there's that Girl All smiling at me
She's tall and thin
Piqued elegant chin Cool oblong contours that entices me
Holds regal eyes of emerald seas Long lashes flicker Promiscuous glances
Breathings on impulse and stuck in traffic I'm now a slave to her strange magic
I look both ways to halt my movement but loves gravity has my entrapment
30 feet to 20 her legs are wiry Smooth athletic feminine mechanic
20 feet to 10 cheeks are powdered Sweet navy blue An urban serpent
Now 10 is 5 she's one foot high Rouged by smoothness Of party girl tennis Then her lips Begin to part An introduction To my conundrum
That girls a boy
and she likes me
poem by Kevin Patrick
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