silly games we play

Just had this image in my head and started writing from the woman's point of view.

i can feel his eyes on me, no need to look up

i curse myself for i am so tempted to acknowledge his presence

and so determined to let him think i don't know he's there

what is with the silly games we play, i don't know

i stare down at my paper, not reading the words

i frown and that is real for i'm angry all over again

my foot begins to shake with anxiety

and i'm sure i'm showing that pinched look my friends swear i get

what were the chances that we would cross this way

i knew that it was bound to happen and here we are

sitting across from each other tonight

two strangers who shared a brief--but special--moment so long ago

and i blush a pinkish red glow that reveals what i wanted to hide

is there anything left for me to do to save my self this shame, i wonder

but that damage has long been done

Reviews

[Poetic Injustice]

A glimpse, indeed. But it kinda mystifies me. Maybe I should take it as inisght but my perception is shaken (even at my age) and I'm left feeling helpless for both the subject and obect.

[Jules]

This is fantastic and kind of gave me shivers, as if I was there with you, and fighting the same internal battle. An amazing glimpse of the man-woman thing, I really loved it!