Scott Halperin

Oogling

She’s always wearing
some kind of mini dress.

Today it’s leopard print
and she wears it well.

She walks with more direction
than I’ve ever known.

Each step a precise
thing of beauty.

She caresses the universe
with her axial sway.

All eyes are pulled in
her direction.

Gravitational fields pull
to the sway of her hips.

Her curvers are silent,
but when her heels click past…

I’m glancing out the back
of my cubicle, dragged
by some kind of force
greater than me.