DONT LOOK AT ME Nick Quach She kept looking at me, Or was I the one, Who kept looking, She was seated next to the window, Furiously typing something on her phone, Through all that she kept looking at me, Or was she? I could smell water drop cologne on her, The femininity of it too familiar to my nostrils, Sweet dreams by Eurythmics was playing, And by her head nodding, I guessed she loved the song, Or was it by the tapping of her feet, That which made me notice, The torn trouser, That that made me notice her yellow skin, Amidst the nods, She kept looking, Or was she? Everytime I tried to type on my phone, I saw her head twist, I saw her eyes stare, I felt her mouth gape, I thought I saw her drop a sweat, Or did she? I was shaking, I wanted to ask for her mint, Probably more, Probably her number, Probably that I loved her dimple, I wanted to compliment her dark dreadlocks, Smelling of fresh shampoo, Then I thought I saw her talking to me, But when I looked, She was typing even more furiously. Then I decided that I was going to talk her up, I was going to ask her what perfume she used, Or compliment her adidas sneakers, Then as I wanted to turn, I saw her turn too, And speak to me, Oh yes she did, Because I saw her lips move, The tenderin, Still in my deserie, I heard her say, Songa nashuka hapo mbele My matatu crush.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 18:34:52 +0000
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