Almost over the hill, but not.
A big fat girl,
flirting in the sun.
They come from every direction.
From miles around.
Along the well trodden path
To take her,
or just to look.
She’s surrounded.
Approaching with butterflies,
trembling more.
Heartbeats break the silence.
A virgin voyeur waits
to take his shot
at what he thinks he wants.
The wind changes and suddenly –
realization of his unreadiness.
She turns and looks,
as if to say
“Come and get me”.
He turns and runs,
the other way
“Not today”.
Regret and relief swirl together
As someone else steps up to tame her.
