A Poem for a Stranger

The girl that smiled at me in the coffee shop, I'd imagine you went home and wrote a poem that sounded a lot like this . Damn, baby — that smile

Matches your style.

Flawless.

Effortless.

Perfect.

I want to trace your tattoos

like a map I was meant to follow,

Get close enough

to let your cologne

haunt my clothes tomorrow.

I think it’s timeI stop playing shy

Time to be bold,

to speak,

before silence grows old.

Maybe I’ll say

“You must be the reason I wore lipstick today.”

Sure,

you’ve probably heard lines like that before,

But this one’s mine,

and I had to try

Before

...Damn.

He's out the door.