i have not looked into a man's eyes and felt love for a long while.
though, i have loved the still glances they give me.
amazed that such a woman might bestow such attention,
they watch from behind their glass of wine
as if fate has favored them and Aphrodite is here.
they gaze, and occasionally i match it,
carefully securing their hopes.
my Lord, i have been a liar.
2 comments:
I like the last line of this, ALOT. And I like the different use of the word love in the first two lines... I think. I'm not sure how I feel about the english language only having one word for love, but you played with it which was fun. But I think I like the post you did after this even more than this one.
Your poem tells me that flirtation is seductive and confident, even arrogant, and feels naughty to the point of being convicting. Really interesting... I think the third line could be stronger, maybe work on "amazed" and "bestow".
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