In A Restaurant Poem by Gert Strydom

The fascinating kind of girl
like whom I want a girlfriend to be
looks through a crowd face to face at me
smiles radiant and around she does twirl,

my eyes catch a slender figure and legs in hose,
shoulder long blonde hair that does catch the sun,
a retroussé nose, a mouth that smiles with promises of fun
and involuntary she waits in a model's pose
while I get some food at the carvery.

She is the kind of girl whose face
at times are displayed on a magazine's cover
and teenage boys wander over
to grin like idiots at a piece of paper's grace

and if it's a seedy periodical it is stolen or bought
with the only wish to see her without a dress.
She turns to me and her eyes do a message express
while her coffee is brought

and I follow her out and wonder to where all of this will lead.