Majestic and or otherwise the girl listens to Jazz. I stare and watch every move, she lifts and tips her glass. Nothing has ever mattered more, so she acknowledges the moment and blows a kiss at last. I wait for her eyes to return, she moves to the rhythm, drawing almost too close at times. It’s here she whispers her favorite set of words, it’s a double-sided question of course asking if I want to... Or proclaiming she would like to... I want her more than anything else. I swear to the love-sick Gods thanking them for gifting this one. The girl and her fractured treasures a dimple compliments her pretty smile. She’s truly my one and only. Her beauty is easy to memorize along with her sensitive charms. I would easily accept her curse pandemic or otherwise, I’d spend every waking moment sharing every breath with her. There are no masks this time around afraid I’d miss her perfumed body. This, the majestic girl who loves listening to music has a way of infecting my world. I can feel her body come closer she asks for my answer, “Well?” I scooped her up into the air not sure of her reaction, my smile mirrored hers she clutched even tighter. The music stopped we didn’t care being void of all the strangers.
