FROM A DISTANCE
The redhead smiles at me, her lips look softer
Than the softest lips I have ever kissed,
Her breasts look as though they would rest
As naturally as mine in the curve of my hand;
Her eyes sparkle when she talks
Even when I don’t like the words,
And I find myself looking at her often,
More often than I can reasonably justify.
She is a whole generation younger than me.
She has not become self-satisfied by predictable successes
Or beaten down into helplessness by repeated failures.
She smiles at me sometimes, but sits with others –
And I let this happen, knowing only too well
That after the sex would only be the awkwardness
Of conversations that we couldn’t have together
Because our cultural gap is so vast …
And, knowing that this is right,
I admire her from a distance
As I would admire a perfect statue
That is warm and flexible
And utterly desirable.