Maggie

Through the blinds of a motionless
apartment I look upon her
My Maggie sits on her steps deep in thought Just to see her lips move verbal oblivion
The moon observes her laugh and catches a glimmer in her eye
Maybe she has seen me, she obviously doesn’t care
Does she feel my pulse linger innocently
across her breast and waist?
An appropriate dance of strangers full of caffeine and nicotine
She inhales partial air and partial range
When she exhales my chest releases
The velvetiness of her cigarette, so damn tranquil
I don’t obsess over her
In simplistic she’s my escape, my own personal mystery, a tender silent puzzle
If she would just sit there as if she doesn’t see me I would gaze into her soul
“Look right through me, don’t move, I just want to scrutinize you”
Unsure if she’s a Maggie, not too concerned about it
Her Virtues and Vices are no association to me
My curiosity of her body shouldn’t be pleased
Just to see her breath is more than enough