Or maybe she was blonde;
a tan body half covered
in soft gym sweats,
on a rainy friday morning
a model's face in my direction
Her uncertainty melted
into the friendly smile
she holds close even now.

And her eyes,
they taunted me
to make a fool of myself
to create a spectacle
to fall down in lust.

Or maybe I, the daredevil,
danced along the edge
never quiet slipping
into the mode below.

Or maybe we would have
just held hands
in another three minutes.

And her eyes,
they haunted me
glowing in the dark
swimming as a shark
making their mark.