You were handsome, and your name was Tyras
and your smile promised mischief
as you made some wholesome jokes
and winked at me.
I answered your smile.
I waited.
and, while I knew you would not pursue me--you had a job to do--
your lingering gaze fulfilled my heart to my own promise.
I can still be beautiful,
even to handsome men like you
you of the african-american skin
and those eyes and that smile and laugh
and you were kind
you can find someone like me beautiful.
It would be nice
to be treasured more.
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