Admired by Juliet Wilson
Strange how deep under her skin he is.
She only knows him through his distant admiration
across darkened dance-floors and concert halls.
His desire waterfalls down her spine,
unnerves her, his heartâ€™s poetry
troubles her through his hungry eyes.
She finds herself looking out for him,
wonders how much she likes to be admired,
how much sheâ€™s learning to admire?