On a man seeking a one night stand

If I could catch for just the second
In the iris of your eye
That anomalous glimpse of green
Which beckoned
For the briefest torture of a kiss
The knowledge that you are the kind of guy
I reckoned
I’d probably miss
If I gave you just a try,
Just a lotto-winners luck not to hurt
Or the vaguest probability not to lie,
I would keep up with this flirt
Before I passed you by,
I would feel you under fingernails
Like dirt,
But after, I would cry.

Karin Cox

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