She looks so fine

as she walks her walk,

I cannot help but stare

Entranced by her form.

The sway of her hips

The swing of her arms

The smoothness of her motion

leaves my mouth agape

And my thoughts afire.

Does she realize

what she is to me?

Does she watch me

As I watch her?

These things I ask in silence

Perhaps never to know the answer.

I hear a voice say

Move on, move on

And my thoughts are on fire.

(Originally written 1997.04.21)