I see him now, starring at me, and I try to think of the things he sees.

Does he notice my eyes, how they glisten in the dark

or my mouth, and how it’s lines pull into a quiet smirk

surely  my hair with its high and low lights

or maybe my cheeks, the ones that adorn my face that make me look sweet

But he is a man, so I’m sure of  which part of  me preoccupies his mind

and this is why I,  time after time, choose to fade, rather than to imbibe

He then comes over to me and whispers something so soft and true

“I’ve never seen any other girl who acts as beautifully as you.”


©Rahkhel Ihej