You are playing with your hair.
The sun shines down like an interrogation —
And after all this time, I stare.
It’s not that hard to know my motivation —
I watch the way that boys watch girls.
For there’s something hypnotic
About these simple movements:
To us guys, they’re so exotic —
What’s good is made of basic things,
They’re not that complicated:
When you are playing with your hair,
I’m gonna stare, because I’m
Fascinated
To share is human:
Lovely poem.