Jealous Anthropology in a Coffee Shop

Strands of Her hair fall

from beneath other strands

following the lines of Her face 

toward Him

Her jaw

Her nose

Her eyes

All pointed toward Him

The slightest revelation of  

The woman in Her

calls to the man in Me

demanding my undivided attention

and once she has it

I OBSERVE

One leg up, arms folded

toes pointed

Eyes focused

Her shoulders collapse inward

if they could only touch each other

maybe everything would be alright

She just wants this "thing" to work

She's just desperate to be held

She's thinking

'I wish we were the same thing'

He's thinking

'maybe if She was, what I am'

I'm thinking

'All I want out of existence is 

for one to look at me 

the way She's looking at Him' 

Like He's a key 

and He will unlock every closed door

and every hidden chest

but when those doors open

and those chests 

yield up their priceless treasures 

She will not enter in

and She will give them all away

because , He

is enough