Poetry

But She Lingered

You'd think my scabby knees
Too rough
For the elegence
She exuded.
She drew everyone in
To the small of her back,
Where her muscles met,
But I was the closest;
But I-
Only conviction away
And longing.
We leaned in
And out
So denim seemed eternally thick
And oh-
Dangerously stretched
On her lean thigh
And on mine
Still trying to be so miraculous.
You'd think my presence
Too vulgar.
You'd think my desire
Too clumsy,
But our legs lingered there.
Linger on...
Linger on forever...
You'd think my smile
Too wide;
You'd be sure that she knew,
But she lingered.
Still, she lingers-
A touch to adore and explore
In the loneliest of moments
Even after my presence
Proved to be
All too temporary.
She
Drew everyone's dreams
To the center of her being,
But I,
I was the closest.