I'm staring at the nape of your neck And the kink of your curls are intriguing to me with their holdings of secrets from the last few weeks. I see you have a beard but I know not of the lips they surround. I'm so curious. Sitting so still while your eyes trace frantically the letters on the pages forming words making sentences telling stories. At least I imagine... I have yet to experience your stare. I wonder If it's any good.... The book I mean. I bet you're intelligent and don't talk very much. You're leaving now... I catch a glimpse of your profile as the bus trails off leaving you in exhaust and clueless of the strange girl writing notes about you.
- Sydni Michael
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