Poetry

I see you across the room,
Your eyes are fixed right on me.
They start at my head,
And go down to my red, high-heeled shoes.
I try to concentrate on something else,
But my eyes continue to return back to you.
I become uncomfortable, uneasy,
As you start to approach me.
You ask me for a dance, I hesitate,
Then I slowly enter into your embrace.
Bodies attracting like a magnet,
Sticking together like glue.
Your body speaks fluently, mine…
Listens.
© Cagedbird 2000