From Art of Mind II: All In
Her eyes rise.
She gives a seductive glare.
But until she knows what she’s eying —
This is just a blank stare.
The physical scope is far too limited,
Her lens can’t expose what really matters.
I know what she doesn’t know about herself —
Which is that she knows nothing at all.
Her eyes are dancing and her lips are curling —
Very inviting, not very exciting.
Because I know until she gets to know me,
Our slate is clear and will likely remain unwritten.
I’m an outsider, different, perhaps even unusual,
I’m willing to bet this type isn’t her usual.
I wish I could say I don’t judge by covers,
but she seems fairly easy to read.
I’m nearly certain I know what she goes for,
and I have the good sense to know it ain’t me.
So her smiling and staring is empty —
Since it means Absolutely Nothing.
If I am wrong, by all means
sit with me:
And let’s get to work —
Filling in these blanks.
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