17 June 2012
Turning I saw your face,
It was that of a simple man.
Face worn a long with the weather.
Tough with a edge of tan.
And there I stood in my business suit.
Pencil skirt right to my waist.
Presenting a meeting to future clients,
Who don't really have good taste.
Our eyes met for a moment.
But in those seconds I could tell.
I wanted you and you wanted me,
In lust we truly fell.
But theres a barrier in between us,
Clear but made of sand.
But it tells us we don't belong together.
That we'll never be hand in hand.
But it's fine, we'll continue,
Just like it's just expected.
You just the window cleaner...
And me the business executive.
©Odd
Window Cleaner • Opuss № I