- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Denizens : James
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Click hereHe's back. Same table, same book, same order.
James always makes my heart sing when I serve him
his club and side serve of fries on Tuesday.
The cable neck sweater
stands him out from the crowd
of the regular Joes and their steak and chips.
Dragons and demonology he reads most days
others it's sci-fi, McBain or some political crap.
Still his eyes never meet mine
yet I yearn and wonder with lust filled awe
that one day his blue eyes will gaze
and see my desire.
I watch him leave and sigh every Tuesday
and pray he'll return the following
with another book of wisdom
of subjects that make me weak.
I've seen his gazes as he pretends to read
over unskimmed pages
as he watches Annie, Dottie
and Gwen clear tables
yet he never notices me.
Tuesdays come and go
yet my desire grows with each
hoping his book
is for me and my dragon foe.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,500 poems.
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sackover 19 years agoOne of your most endearing poems, everyone should be able to relate to it!
LadyJeanneover 19 years agoI think every woman can identify with this...watching, longing, seeking, hoping, getting a secret little thrill seeing someone special and hoping he might see her, one day...
Miss Oatlashover 19 years agoGreat work, doormouse. I find so often that women watch men and men watch women and they never know they are watching each other...
