The long stemmed legs of a flower so pretty,

Gently sauntered, so graceful upon the points of heels.

A seemingly impossible elevation of both importance and beauty all at once.

Eyes followed her closely and not just my own, if only to catch a quick glimpse. .. a fleeting image as she delicately floated by.

Her destination once heralded now a place of temptation, I feel the pull like a moth to a flame, yet I resist.

My mind races with excuses and reasons, justifications and validations.

I am here and in a way victorious,

It sure doesn’t feel like I won.