If I wouldn’t look like a stalker
I would follow this woman everywhere
Just for the pleasure of looking

Like a hot calypso
A summer rumba
The way she moves her body
Is a slow swing sensuous sonnet
Full of warmth and sunshine
Such grace in every gesture
And her face
Such a smile
It makes my heart race
Just thinking

I wouldn’t presume to pursue her
No more than I’d chase a breeze
but I’m caressed and soothed
by her passing