Profile In Beauty

we were alone but I could not squeeze the trigger that was needed to place her in my arms knowing those of great passion would have done it in the time it takes to breathe with isolated footprints shrouding the sidewalk a moment that clings like fly paper the infatuated teen I sorely became still I cherished the view from a window as she drew near her objective was my front door alas it was only a vertical dream from the waist up in black and white with me waking just before the kissing scene