She smiled, then laughed as I walked out the door.
I smiled back, the brightly colored streaks through our hair creating some instant bond.
She continued inside and my eyes followed her, my smile unfaded.
I traced her legs up to her too-short shorts,
thankful I was there to appreciate the sight.
It’s those little moments like that when I fall in love,
just a bit,
with a stranger.
People doubt it’s love, I’m sure.
They’ll say it’s “just lust.”
It is lust, but that doesn’t diminish the whirlpool feeling of my heart twisting at the joy of beauty in the person before me.
It really is love, and it’s beautiful in its own right,
and its object can be the pink-haired girl at the grocery store,
the stripper closing her eyes and relaxing into the song,
the cyclist sweeping lazily down the street.
I can fall in love with a dozen girls a day,
just a bit.