Fragrant Eyes
“I want to kiss you, just once, softly and sweetly, on the mouth.”
— A Streetcar Named Desire
He looks up to catch her curious glance, and
she flashes a slightest notice-me smile.
He walks to her with his scotch, but is much
older, so she raises a maybe-not eyebrow. Then
he self detriments with such confidence that
she lets loose a steal-me-swift laugh.
She dangles her feet off the edge of her
tall stool, and they speak more about less,
but notice no one else, and I
take this as a good sign.
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