just a blouse

With a flirtatious wisp of fabric
the trap is set.

Not an after thought
I admit;
it was the design of my vanity.
But I expect nothing,

past experience foretells the future.

It’s at the back of my heart,
unconscious desire…
to be the desired one.

Desired by someone new…
by that one I caught glancing.

The spider watches her prey move into range,
advancing toward the web that has sat
unused such a long time.
Trap set, prey targeted.

Unnoticed, unattended to, 
uncared for…
for so long.

Just wanting to be desired again.
But now, desired anew
by that one
caught glancing.

I’m not like her,
The one that caught you…
the one that made you glance.
The one that caught you in her trap.

I am your contemporary,
meaning I am not young,
like her.
My eyes are brown,
not green like her’s.
I have my body which
it is not trim, not athletic, like her’s.
So many nots to be ignored…
and, you couldn’t…ignore them.

Am I the spider? The prey? The trap?

Just a blouse.