Sepia Fantasies

Sepia Fantasies

                                         never touched her

Her long, brown-reddish hair

undulated

made me gaze focused -

lookalike penetrating her

eyes. She was not beautiful,

the sort of beauty one would stare at

when not knowing

the real one hiding in the way of

smiling, moving or just greeting your

hands and laughing

of course.

More than that caught me

unable to concentrate on her words

because of her skin

her lips talking grabbed my whole energy

attention lost in sensitive questions

deeper than words.

I guess she never noticed

otherwise plenty of tigress maybe

                                                 then one day

Shamelessly she took

my fingers while describing me her

last fuss with her boyfriend

wrapping them in warm

rings of cozy love

                                                     inebriated

We met

often in cinemas

during lunch breaks.

She would call me in

despair, a weapon to use

disguised with subtle

intentions shared in arms

legs and cock-pits balancing

rubbed words as groggy tongues

exhausted

                                     she suggested more

gave her what she wanted, I.

p.s. 'm still looking for ingenious brains

who could help in materializing

the cartography of a human spirit

in locus. Preferably females.

© 2014, JC