A Man and a Woman on the Street

I liked the way he looked at her
Tender, sweet.
Anybody would have bet he was a beast beneath his work clothes.
Dark like Africa and tall.
A head full of dreads.

I liked the way he looked at her,
Tender, kind.
Even though she was short and skinny
with uneven freckles and a frizzy tangle of curls,
hiding away under her bohemian fabrics.

I liked the way he looked at her.
Tender, gentle.
Hands in his pockets, maybe he was undressing her with his eyes..
It didnt look that way to me,
but I was just a passer by.

A man and a woman on the street.
I liked the way he looked at her.
Tender, sweet.