Maxim

Some small flutter
You wave your eyelashes
with a hint of smile
curling your peppermint lips

A brush of your hair
a flash of your neck
a laugh, a gasp
You put your hand on my lapel

10 other guys, 10 other jokes
10 other tethers before me
You’d pick anybody

Where is my shy girl?
Where is my delicate beauty?
Why do all the girls good ones act so bad?
Why do I find them all so sad?