You too Cute

You too cute! Like a new born baby, 'cept your a lady.
Call me crazy, but here I am, dazzy; peeking.
Leaning off the edge of my seat sneaking a sideways gaze
escaping for a moment into the presence of an old school
black and white movie type beauty. Truly a cutie.
Complex in it's simplicity, thinking explicitly.
From my seat, I hear a man speak of change. All I want to know
is your name and to hear you saying mine in the middle of some
boy and girl game we'd played in our teen days.
You know, Befor those worldly ways made us ....us.
I want to see you blush after a playful touch, or a brush
across your thigh. But why? Why do I feel like this? We ain't even met .....yet.
From my place in the back, I try to act evasive; detached but you too cute.
So I keep on peeking, thinking of a way that I could say some thing without sounding dumb and un coothed, but you too cute. See.... there I go again,
over here trying to send you a mental message, a telekinetic way into your brain
so I can remain un-noticed while I focus mt attention on you 'cause you too cute.
What am I gone do? you've probably done heard every absurd line the male mind could
contemplate to get his way with you, so whay could I say to you, cept
you tooo cute.