Across the Bar
To those who don't know how beautiful they are
Others willed, “Please turn,” no need to self-affirm. The perfect person seen from afar, Your olive complexion. At the bar, is that a shiny or cheap rental car? Deepening my own self-introspection. Tits aplenty In that herringbone form-fitting white and cream dream That skirt, for me, my dear—that is a dessert. Your beautiful, unfiltered nature. By my scans, oh so perceivably captured. The answer to my own imperfect seek....