Seeing Poem by Sarah Nugent

Gliding across the room
to her waiting gentle figure
could this be what she hopes to achieve
could he feel as simular as she does
or would he just use her and throw away.

her flowing fabric trail across the hardwood floor
time is taking its time as all eyes are on him.
to her he is like a statue, perfect
as if made with the hands of angels.

no words come out of her mouth
as she holds her hand up to his smooth marble skin

now all eyes are on her
she doesnt care if they rip her part with their cruel words
because all she cares about is what he says about her.....