PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I walk aloft of warnings passed by semi-friendly faces,
most of which have little to say or do or much to part with.
Admirings have gone so far but patterns in my speech
are leaving something to desire. They wind with me alone.
And I am in between a class of shine and one of solace,
flecked with rust and bitter turns of fate and of due process.
They see me standing, book to read, hands delved into pockets,
and assume the worst and best of me all while drawing eyes away.
I have no grasp upon my beauty or whether it is there at all,
but know that I have wealth to share in words and touch and my own care.
I seek visage with gravity to draw me from my stars;
compressing me, consoling me, forming singularity.
Inviting me with favored gaze that shows you kind and likely
to understand me, just for me, not to reprimand me towards a change.
Speak with many frequent glances, maybe toss a smile too,
and then I'll know just who to wary and who is there to woo.
Please be gentle and bring me interest, do not draw my many yawns.
I'll be yours for all and always, provided with your call.