I was just there, close by,
About you, when they spoke.
A yard of cloth, as if you were
Being measured on the pavement.
Curvy designs you have made in their eyes.
But their allusions and things
Made me half rotten inside.
I just listen to their voices,
Doing nothing in turn.
Keeping palpitations from spilling
Into this tea-like solution.
Then, you will come and rejoice
In their every other syllable.
You will dance around their bodies,
Like love in the evening’s glow.