Looks
In skirt, very tight, showing all
Down she comes
In my hand are papers, staple
I am fail on the run
She pulls down what rolled up
I glance to the side
Deep inside, both minds read
She of me, I of hers
Lips are tight, looks to sides
Each of us pretends
Our looks talk when meeting
"I am fine, excellent."
In the air and drunk as if bird
Hangs question:
"Did you like all my shape? "
Signed answer:
"Yes almost; not that look"
I could read:
"I like it indirect, you devil."
Nassy Fesharaki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looks-11/