44. MYSTERY LOVER Diagonally opposite to me,
In the midst of a circle,
Sitting cross-legged,
She’s wearing a corduroy shirt left unbuttoned,
A casual white tee underneath,
And black shorts that end at her lower thighs,
She has straight, black hair down to her waist,
Hazel eyes that smile brighter than her lips when she laughs.
The bottle that’s slowing down as everyone watches on with bated breath,
Please let it point to her,
This mysterious, enchanting stranger I keep stealing sideway glances at.
Loud cheers as the bottle makes its decision,
I reach out my hand to her and she leads me to the closet,
Key fastened from the other side,
Five minutes to make it count.
No time for formalities,
In the darkness I can’t tell what she’s thinking,
I loosely graze her face, both of u
