Flirting at a Sidewalk Café

Lounging at a small town sidewalk café,
she spies him gazing when she glances his way.
He lifts a brow; she purses her lips.
Her intrigue blooms as his fingertips
caress the dark tuft of hair on his chin.
She glances away, something stirring within.
She thinks it absurd to be feeling this;
she wonders about his touch, his kiss.
Summertime's hot, yet she has goose bumps
as her ears become filled with her heart’s thumps.
She’s careful of men who are perfect strangers,
and fully aware of impending dangers.
But the heat of his stare upon her profile
draws her to turn and flash him a smile.
She blushes, picturing a fantasy tryst—
a rendezvous her mind can’t resist.
He gives her a Cheshire smile and a wink.
I’m crazy, she dares to think,
then averts her eyes and sips from her cup.
When she glances back, he has lifted his up.
To you, he says in a silent toast.
She's tempted to see who can flirt the most,
she admits to herself as he strides her way.
Curiosity lingers from the game they play.


Written for The Poet's Corner, now, defunct
Theme of the Week was Flirtatious