The poet watches her beautiful
Form. She is beyond any
Vision he imagined. She looks
Back at him with disgust
She knows what he really
Wants, he checked her out
To him “she`s just another body”
No doubt.
There`s no time for him
To defend his glance, even
If he could, he doubts
He`d be given the chance.
As a straight man, what`s he
To do when such a
Perfect image comes
Into view?
This is no more than a
Momentary thought, but
She`ll never see. He as an
Observational creature
There`s more intention
To him and his grin.
He looks at her eyes
Trying to see, what
Is the exact composition
Of her personality.
What are her dreams?
What are her fears?
What are her memories?
The smiles? The tears?
Does she want love?
Does she need lust?
Does she want objects
That collect dust and rust?
Where is she going?
Where has she been?
Where can he go
To find her hearts key?
Just a few questions to begin…
His curiosity knows
No ends.
The exterior is quite
Inferior, to the true
Beauty found interior
All the same, it doesn`t
Matter, as she passes
It`s clear there’s no
Time for chatter.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
