Rhyme and Reflection

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The Flirt

Monday, August 16, 2010 | 1 minute read

She stood behind the glass door
dressed in a pink sleeveless blouse
Her disheveled hair still wet from the shower
radiating a warmth of a happy spouse

As I walked past the door
Her pretty frame was the only one visible
in the darkness of the early morning
The light behind making her radiant to glow

Her eyes noticed me walk
soon turned quickly to the floor
pretending to ignore the unwanted stare
even though her blush revealed the temporary crush

As I pondered whether to stop and talk
or walk the way and let this pass
She weighed the compulsion at her end
brushing her hair with her hand and walking back and forth

The quietness was disturbed suddenly
was it a childs call or the husband at sleep
Not sure was I but she jerked her head
returning to her life, leaving me there to stare

This early morning flirting
ended even before it had a say
Her beautiful frame and smile in view
was all I carried as I got on the metro for the day


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