When in Store

tight ass shorts

and decaf coffee

brought aisle 8 to life

loose halter top

compelled to touch

an elbow

she gave me a look

as I mumbled about

caffeine and civets

where was I going

distracted by her

own thoughts

began to wander away

where would she go

i wanted to follow

but instinct held me

back in that

air conditioned reality

that it would be uncool

my basket incomplete

watched as she went

out to a lemon beetle

and left the lot

without a glance