I Stare

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I Stare

I Stare
I know.
And your Brooklyn self can’t stand it
I’m just filling my mind’s memory cache with images if you…
The soft glow of light
off your high cheekbones.
The perfect slant down your regal nose
The dip of your lips and the hairs that curl and frame them.
The surprise of your unhidden smile
(cause it’s just me)
the gentle rise and fall of your breath
and your concerning countenance looking away.
Then the coup de grace…
Your sideways glance at me with those searching eyes

What the hell are you looking at??

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