where you want her

she looks at you for too long. 

she can't be bothered with entertaining your fantasy because isn't it just like the next one's and the last one's?

she wants to see you, 

like a queen and a child in the same stroll, walking the sidewalk feeling the men glance and the boys dressed like men look away. she does not want to intimidate, her face with wonder, that we are all the same.

do you not see how similar you are? how your ego matches her humbleness, how her grace is born from her shame. 

how when she dances, sometimes, she feels as if, if she were to let go, she would become your fantasy, and lose her self and only live where you want her to be.