diko

I don't like the way
you probably speak
to the women who make
your coffee
I smile because I'm a happy
person- you seem cynical
and condescending
but you're always smilling
I don't like how I feel
young and nubile
around you
Don't like how you act like
you're younger
Your experience frightens me
more mystery than I can
breath in
You wear a windbreaker from
before I was born
Your eye contact never wavers
Steady, steady stare.
Please, free me from intrigue