The Enigma

"What are you thinking?", he asks,
When she looks at him and the horizon beyond.
"Nothing", she says,
Guilty of a mind at peace and a shy smile. 

"I like it", he says.
But doesn't reciprocate the likes he so articulates. 
"I should call you" were the words,
Long before the calls seemed to sway. 

"Where are you now?", were his words of concern,
Soon to dwindle into hours of silence. 
"You appear brave", was his understanding of her,
Just before she showed her softer self. 

Concentrate, I can't

Concentrate, I can't
With you swirling in my mind. 
The image of you
Pops in to sight. 
Words you say
Resonate in my ears,
Your smile and charm
Eradicate my fears. 

The Private One

Wish you would hold my hand
And tell me it will be ok...
Make me your's and
Shock the world. 

Sharing smiles,
Only private.
Scared to fall from this height
Afraid of the damage.

Take care, you say
Wish there was more...
I am dear to you, you say
Wish I was more...

The Genuine Snake

Steady on the scrawny legs,
Running about seemingly active. 
Work gets done, begs
Not he. Some say he is rather overactive.

Staring through pebbled eyes,
Glistening merry with quite the charm. 
Dishing out friendly advice,
Makes his way in to the ladies' arms.

Genuinely does he seem to care
About one and all, family and friends. 
Enticing ladies in to his poisonous lair,
Knows not the world, for he doesn't dare. 

The Man with a pleasant demeanor

Dance with me, he says
But is unsure of his step.
Peculiar in his ways
But does not over step.

A man of many fleets,
The deep blue oceans he sail.
Looking dapper in his suits
His story, he doesn't avail.  

Quiet in his demeanor 
Yet steady on his beats
Should take him to the diner
Coz he's too good to be on the streets.