Don't look at you. Don't look at you. Don't look at you.
I get knots in my neck not looking at you.
It's not your fault you're beautiful.
It's not your fault the curve of you
the hollow and the soft of you excite me
and I cannot help but want you.
It's not your fault you cannot help
but see my breath catch in my throat.
You cringe, frown, you shield yourself.
Don't look at you. Don't look at you.
I watch you cast and preen for him – some him –
attentive for a hint of his approval.
You catch his eye; your arm drops back
as you present a perfect breast, a playful smile.
He looks away. You're not the one – tonight.
You catch me watching you, my heart in hand.
You cringe, frown.
"Take a picture, asshole."
Don't look at you.
9/17/97 by James Nathan Post