Her Eyes Left, But The Smile Stayed Poem by Joshua Bantum

It’s a Sunday
Another cold night
This series of poems will get dull
If I keep on mentioning the cold
But it is cold
That’s just how it is
And what it is,
But besides that, in this café,
She’s here,
I don’t know who, but she’s pretty,
It’s weird how a woman’s attraction can be defined so differently
Cute,
Gorgeous,
Hot, sexy, beautiful,
Elegant, angelic,
Sweet, or spicy,
But she wasn’t those,
sitting with a smile
Barely a whole one, this is
Pretty,
Her friends
Two other women,
Talking across to each other,
She’s not interested in them,
Not now,
Messing with her bangs,
Swirling them like stirring stick that dangle in front of her eyes
Starring at her empty cup, she flicks it around the table,
Like a cat messing with a ball of thread,
She could tell I’m looking at her,
But she chooses to look away,
Far away,
Into a different place,
Different memory,
I miss her already, she’s gone,
Smiling,
Barely even sitting in that seat,
Slouching and kissing the edge of her cup.
I don’t know where she’s at,
But I wish she was closer,
A distant world has captivated her,
Stuck her there,
Maybe full of old loves,
The sands of ocean surrounding her body
As she’s laid down upon it’s gritty tongue,
Missing hands that made her feel joy and passion,
Head tilting back to gasp, directly, air from the nipple of the sky,
And her stomach waves,
She mimics the curvy voluptuous sea behind her,
Legs shiver half naked, fully warm
And touchingly twitching like lightening
Shoots within her theighs,
Volcanic earthquakes shaking cores from earths apart
The sand makes her imprint more defined
And she hopes this never ends,
The indent in the sand growing with every push
Swallowing her whole within this passion,
Drowning sorrow left long ago,
Now her body mass is subsided
And she can no longer tell where she is,
Who she was,
All demons take there 10,
And she becomes,
Just for a second,
Like the electricity skip
Which bridges between the two oppositely energized poles.

But the earth has quickly made it’s plug,
And she’s connected again,
The coffee lights dim back in,
Her friends can be heard,
And I’m looking at her with a smile,
Knowing she wishes she was somewhere else,
I don’t think I’ve had that look on me recently,
And if so,
I wonder who was watching me wander in the past.