I notice the way she walks
The way she moves her hips
And shifts her feet along the pavement
I notice the way she moves her hands
While I wait for her and admire her
From a distance, always a distance
I notice every movement of
Her body and voice and every
Time my eyes and ears caress her I find myself in heaven;
But her eyes very rarely fall upon me,
Very rarely does her ears hear my voice
And my heart splinters whenever I spy her in someone else's arms;
For my arms crave to hold her as
He holds her, and my mouth salivates
Every time I spy his lips upon hers, where I dream mine to be.
April 1, 1999
