Paean

A woman at a conference, chewing gum, selling to dentists’ offices, in linen pants that hug her slightly big but unquestionably delicious ass.

A tiny, gorgeous, engaged bartender asked me for marriage advice. I gave her some. But mostly, I just stared.

A woman in a coffee shop, observed.

A woman on the subway, observed in close, hungry detail.

A brief encounter with a woman I’ll never see again.

A woman on the subway, described.

Two encounters with impossible beauty, and nothing to do but be haunted.

A brief, lovely encounter with a woman whose personality I drank in even more than her looks.

She’s maybe 5’1″, but a shockingly large portion of that distance is legs.

I can’t look away from her legs.