Though it was not a long queue, still I stood
in front of a restaurant, carnitas, barbacoa
avocados, cilantro, jalapenos; quite a long list
all read well, but perturbed, what to choose?
Still not certain, yet in front of her
how may I, help you, Sir? The melody that resonates
in my ears, through her sparkling teeth
her impeccable clothe sense, forget not, to enthrall me
She stared at me, with her twinkling eyes
my eyes met, her brown smoldering, eyes
incorrectly I, pointed burritos, as tongue-tied taut
still ogling the slender creature, in my heart
