My Shoulder At Bellini's Poem by E.J. Langley

Her eyes were pale green and introspective
as was her face

She watched the door casually
not really waiting

She looked beautiful in an ancient way
without effort

She speaks with and accent
European
which explains a lot about her appearance

And she's in love with the man who just sat down beside her

She hugs him
and kisses him
and I am in love with her
and I wish I was that man
and how I would love her

That ancient european beauty who speaks so I can't understand her
and talks so excitedly about her day
and eats while she speaks
and wears no nail polish or make up
and very little jewelry
and blue jeans
and a baggy sweater
and whose hair is vaguely red

She's older than I am by many years,
but while she's in love she's young again

Like a school girl she hugs her man
and buries her head in his shoulder

And I wish I was that man
and it was my shoulder