Rhyme

May 4, 2012

I gauged her thighs carefully.
Broken skirt.
	Her paw had summit.
I fathomed a conversation.
But instead I settled into Her.
Gauging again.
I watch her thighs.
	She sees my moves.
I reangle.
WAY overcompensate.
	She flees.
		At the sight of me.
Hands clawing.  Turn right.
	Into left.
Mirror passes pillar.
She peeks past plastic star.
Am I too far?  Too distant?
I drive.
Not too fast.  Not too slow.
				But there’s a jacket on the car.
				Is she alright?
					Are they alright?
Next time.
			My turn?  Great.
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