She Sleeps In Detroit

“You sigh a lot.”
“Really? I never noticed.”
The fingers of the projector light
Caressing her face.
Walk up and stab me,
I wouldn’t have a clue.

Like she didn’t at Bygones,
After the band played,
A decade ago she smiled at me.
Lost in a fog of attraction,
I shyly watched her with curiosity.

Ridiculous the idea seems, absurd
To try and make something out of these circumstances
I am often ridiculous and absurd
So maybe it will just come naturally.

The shape of her face enamors me
Her body seems to compliment my own
Like a conundrum being solved
I could stay awake a lifetime
Exploring her.