Ah, there’s Mr. Handsome,
always sporting a big smile.
He tends to stay inside a lot;
think I’ll gaze at him awhile.
Tan, smooth, and shirtless,
blue jeans ‘n girlish stride;
sets a stool out in the yard,
looks my way; I do not hide.
Perhaps he wishes I join him.
Perhaps he longs for a friend.
Perhaps the boy has a hunger,
for a man with time to spend.
Unshaven and not showered,
look at me, my hair’s a mess.
Opportunity knocks so loudly;
timing sucks, I must confess.
I want to engage him in story,
leave him eager, craving more;
maybe next time I’ll be ready
for the mystery boy next door.
~gj duerrschmidt
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There is nothing like a moment's daydream about a person seen from afar to entertain the mind for a moment. If that person spoke.... well... I don't think that I should ever feel like I was ready if that person spoke to me.
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