To a pale girl, whom I’ve never met.


A gentle soul I watch travel alone
How I wish I could just take her home
To talk to and laugh with, even befriend
She is where my obsessions begin, and end.
Her skin looks velvet soft, is pale as ice
Her moves are fluent, her body does entice.
Her eyes befuddle me, they mystify
I can’t help but stare as she walks by.
And sometimes, she turns and looks back at me.
My palms start to sweat, my knees become putty.
Again she turns without saying a word
One day, maybe, I’ll have the nerve.
To approach her, maybe even talk.
Until that day, I can do nothing but stalk.
Into the horizon she continues her journeys
I lower my head, and fall to my knees.
I know inside, I’m a monster of shame
And if she talked to me, she’d feel the same.