She’s looking at me
The one over there.
A glance that met,
Turned to three,
In this cliché
Of a crowded bar.
Long dark hair,
A sultry look.
Over twenty heads,
Or more,
We share the joke
With an edge in our eyes
That delves to the core.
And this smile of mine
Is trouble
For the both of us.
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