On Looker

On Looker is a poem from within the mind of a young man on the prowl.

On-Looker

Bumpy green line,

Taking all of my time,

But today is another type of day,

I welcome your stare,

From the adjacent armchair,

Your stare has become a gaze,

You shoot me a smile,

I wait there awhile,

I know I look a little dazed,

You stand to your feet,

As if you'd like to meet,

Then everything goes up in a haze,

You walk by my side,

Upon my shoulder your hand glides,

As you disappear into the fray.