PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Afternoon comes rolling in off the wake of the morning commute.
We've settled in some hours before and will settle out to move.
I find myself in the company of a pretty, older soul,
and divining her amidst the cues, so subtle and controlled.
She gives me words and smiles with a radiating glow
that has a certain presence and a voice that's all its own.
Her expression and the looks she cast will softly reign on down
a judgment of the me and mine and the way I wear my frown.
My worth debated, my looks accounted, my sights and sounds alike
may put her off or fascinate, or simply be decried.
But all the matter is the moment of which we chose to share,
and after lunch, we won't know much, but it's enough for us to bear.