ROMANCE Poem: This Poem Is Actually Kinda About This Woman I Like, by Rob Watkins

I see you, peacock.
Your crest enlivened
by nature’s rarest hand.
You strut by me, stalked
by a cape of endless blue eyes
you sashay to her, a peahen
grazing grass for ants.
Your obsidian pupils lock
on her, cape reaches for sky,
endless blue eyes
shimmer, shake, vibrate
with wind. You dance
despite never knowing
how, despite never being taught
you dance for her.

Do you mind, peacock,
if I sneak behind you, pluck
one quill from your train?
Take feather take ink,
take paper, hope I
take peacock courage.
Write words that reach
for sky, words to make
her eyes shimmer,
shake, vibrate
when our pupils lock.

Teach me, peacock,
how to dance.

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