Directed to Other Areas

Beyond my suspicions,
You may live a devoted life.
With a loyalty unquestioned.
But the way you approached me,
As if there is a need you seek fulfilled...
Leaves my thought of you as one out,
For one purpose.
And that's for a cheap thrill.
My motivations are directed to other areas.

I hear your words.
And you may with me wish to communicate.
But eye contact you have yet to make.
I did not think suggesting it from you,
Would offend.
No!
You haven't bothered to ask my name.
Why should I begin a conversation,
Discussing sizes of anything?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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