Fixation

FIXATION There was music of course Not the usual sort of girl at least in my fixated estimation Jump rope “Winnie the Pooh” Teddy bear These survivors unto high school and through Rather a “flower child’ she It wasn’t the way she walked although? She had a dancer’s spring in her step She wore no perfume Wasn’t the way she dressed but then I never saw her best Ah! but that long brown hair a strand always in her face (one eye’s worth) And the way it hid her priceless blush Yes! more than anything the blush! The question must arise – Was she beautiful? Was she pretty? Cute? The eyes The mouth The nose High cheek bones All must be in fine proportion and refined chiseled - But? with her who could tell? She had a way of inserting herself (thrusting is too course a word) of waltzing right in! of quietly mesmerizing someone She knew how almost silently bold she was A ballerina on stage Every eye on her and she knew it! It was all about her but I didn’t care She looked at the floor yet looked through your eyes and into your heart No demure No batting of lashes No swinging of hips No soft-talk honey Oh what a small crowded room with just the two of us She had that natural mascara Lips needing no paint Almost a Middle East complexion (the basket with snake) (the oboe) (sitar) Teen virtuoso And I prisoner of the mind the enchanted moment Movement Music Fixation