Seeing him

Seeing him make me think

of dingy bars and old guitars

I’ve never really liked those things

but his thin fingers pluck the strings

and I stare

Seeing him makes me think

of ratty shoes and dark tattoos

I’ve always liked the classy types

but his jeans tear below the thighs

and I blush

Seeing him makes me think

of tape cassettes and cigarettes

I’ve never been a retro girl

but his hair has an old-school curl

and I burn

Seeing him makes me think

of rusted keys and antifreeze

I’ve always liked the uptown rides

but his has scratches on the side

and I sigh

Seeing him makes me think

too much

#poetry #romance