You tell me you like those like me too,
“If you get what I mean” with a wink.
I’ve spent my life training for this
For the day I became a fetish object
To stared at beneath a clean pane of glass.
A walking eroticism in plain view.
You like it, you like it too, don’t you?
I understand the difference between me and you.
You stand on the other side of my view
Wondering what you can convince me to do.
I should leave, really, you are a stranger,
But I remain frozen, like a kid in danger.
You touch my leg and squeeze my thigh
Showing me the weed, you use to get high.
You tell me you’d give me some too
And meet your girlfriend if I go with you
You tell me she would agree to.
I laugh, decline, wait my train to arrive.
You lean in to tell me you’ll be waiting
And give me one unprovoked kiss.
Millie Percival is a 21 year old poet from Scarborough, North Yorkshire who is currently studying English Literature Creative Writing at university. Her previous published works include I Wish to Return Home published by The Ekphrastic Review as well as smaller publications in the university literary magazine FLASH with April Fools and Ode to Saturn.
You can find Millie on Instagram @artificial_lemons
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