Stalker

"Stalker"

Oregano, Olive oil, and Garlic Loom,
Monstrous Friday night crowds.
Purging stories in the waiting room,
Inner Solitude unsounds.

Inspiration running late,
Retrace back frozen outside.
Where is the unwilling date?
Too unsuspecting to hide.

Crunching snow parking car,
A leg emerges below the door.
Follows her into the bar,
Breathing her essence wanting more.

They're eyes meet quick stare,
That familiar song by En Vogue.
As she tosses her fiery red hair,
Oh, how he wishes he could take her home.

Just an object of his fetish,
Puts them on a pedestal.
Is it true or just a wish?
Now he wishes he could be that stool ....

2/09/2013
5:06 pm