MESMERIZED

[bulavenaka]

DAY 4 - Poem 2

MESMERIZED
Caught by his gaze
I cannot stop myself
from looking at him
inviting me to draw nearer
warm light diffuses on his skin
refracting green glass
face defined
shadows softened

Can you hear him?
"Hello", he says
in that great saxophone vocal
sexy smile welcoming
I want
to shake his hand
to kiss him
to tell him
that he's wonderful
Eyes mesmerized
throat is dry
"Jensen...." stumbling
Why am I mumbling?
No words come
I am numb.
(c) bulavenaka