Intrigued
under a rock, squashed,
i peeked out, squinting -
the blinding sun pushed
my shades to their limit, glinting.
i could not be cool
i could not hide
like anybody's fool i know
i'm taken for a ride
and then you passed by
with a hint of expression
that made me wonder why
i'd seek nothing but your passion.
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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