And wonder
At what others stop
And wonder
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
And I wonder
Need I say more?
Or is there more
To say?
I could ask
What might she say?
Caught in the moment
Mind gone astray
That moment is hers
Not mine to know
Nor is it yours
Not part of the show
In the form
Of a bright yellow slicker
With matching wellies
Animated
By a girlish delight
In the roiling sea
For the dog
For the man
For the unseen eye
Guiding the lens
To capture
The perfect
Moment
With every
Repetition
“Boys will be boys”
They say
All around
The world
Meaning
Simply
Girls are made
To be had
So stop
Take stock
Find firm footing
And there turn
Full face
Into all that comes
Lick the salt
Upon my lips
And savour
All strange beauty
In the bitterness