The Observer

Gazed upon her silhouette

as it slithered past him...

she wanted not to be seen

but was felt by all.

Her pheromones secreted

subtly grazing their pores

tantalizing them with the essence

that

she

or

he

or

it

began to seep

moisture

between

the
crevices
leading
to
the
rise
and
fall
of
proportions
unknown.

Lone ranger
I see you carry the World
on your shoulders
proving
that having something to prove
causes destruction
dissatisfaction,
a life to be lived
barely
by a fraction
losing traction...

top the ranger
with the thoughts of strangers
believed to be
from the source
of course
misery loves company
stalls me
from we

as the sunflower
follows the sun
his face
followed her bum
contact
what an impact
misinterpreted fact

they blazed a trail
soon to catch up
to burn
their behinds
what kind
of human
finds
joy
in
pain
deployed
on another
oh bother
what beauty
each beholder
beholds
within
the confinment
of ones' own
mind
as
the observer
serves
by
observing.