Laura
I'd rather not be captivated here,
Inside a grocery store, awash
In pale, fluorescent light, by
Her. She bears another's name
And knows me, I always have
Feared, only as someone else's
Husband, nice enough, but
Not worth risking comfort,
Reputation, for, though I have
Glanced, at times, and savored,
Seen her in her bathing suit,
Beside the pool, and dreamed
Of leading her somewhere
Unseen, to bed or bushes,
And to ecstasy, my own, at
Least; perhaps not hers.
Now, here she is. She smiles
And speaks, and I can feel
Myself a planet being drawn
To black-hole eyes. I'd rather
Not be captivated, but it seems
I am.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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