Small, delicate
Soft right hand
Firmly, yet carefully
Holding the plastic goblet
Casual stance reveals you're a casualty
A casualty of life
Hidden hurts
Hidden dreams
Fragile figure
Not exactly erect
Opening up to another
Your laugh screams out
Your face brightens
Eyes brighten
Head snaps back
Brown hair billows back
You talk to that other
Damn that other
Damn them for their interest
Damn their tales
Just to push them, cut in
Learn you
Make you laugh like they
If only
Your eyes move slightly
Just to the side to catch mine
Still paying attention
But looking at me you smile
I'm in love
