A hundred meters

She sits there everyday,
During the sunset...

Her body as still as night,
The bottom locks of her dark brown hair dangling
in the wind.

Half her skin an orange sun-kissed color,
The other half shaded by nearby trees.

100 meters away, on a bench in the distant shade
I stare intently.

Elbows tucked firmly into my lower thighs,
Hands placed on each cheek, holding up my face..

I find myself mysteriously infatuated by a mere
outer shell of her frame.

Yet much too fearful to move even one meter closer.

Yeah, I sit here everyday around this time...
during the sunset.

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