The ineptitude of genial deliverance
Across the room
a girl dances alone -
sweetly, softly.
And I, with one eye on her
and the other on the ground,
sadly serenade my serendipity.
And her beauty is betraying,
with a daring desire to dance
and converse and kiss.
But the ineptitude of my genial deliverance
eluded my own convictions
to become better well acquainted.
posted by H. Hopkins @ 1:20 PM
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