Profile In Beauty
we were alone
but I could not squeeze
the trigger that was needed
to place her in my arms
knowing those of great passion
would have done it
in the time it takes to breathe
with isolated footprints
shrouding the sidewalk
a moment that clings like fly paper
the infatuated teen I sorely became
still I cherished the view
from a window as she drew near
her objective was my front door
alas it was only a vertical dream
from the waist up in black and white
with me waking just before
the kissing scene
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