Diametrically across the club
in a secluded corner
she sits alone:
the girl too hot to talk to.

There is a radius around her
of too many people
too intimidated to get closer.

She doesn’t look lonely
but perhaps that’s a front
the mask she wears
over her terribly beautiful face.

Perhaps she is waiting for someone
cavalier enough to approach her
unafraid of being out of her league.

Probably her beauty is a moat
and she is simply waiting
for the one
willing to cross it.

She is almost certainly looking
for someone to come to her
and offer her an opportunity
away from this solitude among the multitudes.

She clearly wants someone
to brave this challenge
and face her angelic face.

I could be that person
I suppose
or perhaps it’s the guy who just joined her
and is making out with her
and now leaving with her.

He looked pretty self-possessed.
Damn.