Standing, Staring

it's hard to pass gleaming eyes
that feast upon your swaying form
to hear the sharp intake of breath
and keep walking through the slow exhale
with a steady stride to ignore
the magnetism of pheromones
it's hard to keep your acknowledgement invisible
not to pause when they part their lips
don't even glance back
to see them standing
staring

but it's all so simple
when your motivation is entirely theoretical
and each step further just broadens the mural
grows sweeter the juices
inspires more detail within the story
to enlighten the face
stuck in your head.