Girl in the Market

I met you organically
In an organic market
I noticed your buttocks
Followed you around the store
Turns out, you’re pretty
You were looking at wines
Red
I don’t know the names
I’m not sophisticated
I asked if you were drinking alone
You recoiled, naturally
I’m not graceful, smooth
I inspire no longing in others
But you looked lonely
Are you?

 

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