A Confession
I have to confess
that I often arrange to meet you somewhere
then stand in a different spot
and wait for you to show
in the assigned place.
Just so that when you look around
and finally catch my eye,
you have to walk towards me.
I never tire of watching you walk.
You walk like no one else on earth.
Floating along
like invisible angels
are gently pulling you
gliding.
One elegant leg in front of the other
perfectly placed;
In balance.
Your head barely moving
amid the sea of bobbing
staggering, trudging, plodding mortals.
Occasionally you turn your head;
and pull your mirror face
as you catch your reflection
in the window of a store.
You gently pat the back of your hair
before returning your gaze to me.
Your back straight
your shoulders back.
I imagine you are squeezing a peach
between your shoulder blades
to keep them perfectly aligned.
The juice slowly running down your back
ending in a place that later
I will brush with my lips
and taste
The sweetness
mixed with your own salty dew.
If I'm lucky
and the sun is low
the light will shine
through your linen dress.
Then I will see your beautiful legs
from top to bottom
haloed in a shining light.
When we meet, link arms
and go on our way
I know
a thousand green-eyed monsters
stare me in the back.
Published in the collection "Found Proverbs" by Poetry Choice
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