The Girl Sitting At the Security Desk
Fleeting glances
Stolen chances
To look into your soul
You pass through the corridors of my mind
I look up from thoughts thicker than a book
I purloin a look
In an attempt to catch your eyes
Though I was thrown off momentarily by the music of your thighs
But that look in your soul windows
Your beauty causes me to lose my train
I can’t remember my intellectual flow
Half smiles from behind a doubting screen
Understandably cautious
Almost intentionally mean
I try to mentally dart around
Try to be a book that you can’t seem to grasp
But you just can’t stop reading cause you want to comprehend
And that little voice in my head
Implores me to stick it for another second
Cause all colours will be exposed
And you’ll let me in
Erase all fear
Bring my soul near
I don’t want to leave it at
I think you’re beautiful and I want to get into your mind
It’s not so simple as taking a ribbon to bind
Our two psyches
Not just a physical or emotional bond
I want to compose your essence in a song
A lyrically artistic connection
No more complex than poetic selection
Unexpected meeting
Endeavouring to be charming
My swagger, amusingly arrogant greeting
Delusions of intellectual stimulation
Ineffective word manipulation
My heart the suckling infant
Held close wrapped in your warm arms
Of smiling bliss
Left in my dreams where your lips I kiss
Violent awakening to realize who I miss
No, the chances missed
To talk to
The girl sitting at the security desk
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