I want to stand on
my tip toes and peer around
your broad shoulders
but I have no
heels with me
and I'm short.
My own embarrassment
sinks
in as I pick up
my shirt,
holding
it in front of me,
covering up.
"I'm sorry for intruding."
I try not to stutter.
"It was an accident,
I should go."
Despite the words
I've spoke, I stay glued
on the spot,
fascinated by you
and your work.
I know I should be
freaking out
but instead I find
I'm flattered.
DU LIEST GERADE
Something Unheard
ŞiirYou’ll be the muse for my art and I’m sure that your clumsiness will inspire everything I do. Novel in verse. Unfinished #2 Co-written by s.m. brooks and n.m. w. 2015.
