Peripheral

She’s cute— 

exotic one moment,

girlish the next.

Her eyes do the talking— 

shy, 

with sparks tucked deep.

A jawline curving 

into a lean neck 

that speaks of quiet strength.

Passing, 

she glances just enough— 

smiles, 

tucks hair behind one ear.

Her scent lingers, 

braided with whatever makes her 

hard to ignore.

Then the door shuts.

I stay, 

feet leaning forward, 

just to 

talk 

to you.