Her name was unknown; she was no clone

At lunch that day, they met when she sat down beside him.

On purpose, by accident, innocence?

He could not tell.

What should he ask her?

What was she looking for?

She had the prettiest brown eyes that saw him.

Lashes so long and straight, with beautiful lips that longed to be kissed.

A voice with the sound …

The scent of the smell of fresh roses clipped.

A ‘Black Beauty Queen’ in disguise, indeed she was.

“Maybe it’s me – just lost in lust.”

When she walked past him the other day.

His mind was poised, brain in a daze.

The way she looked, so quiet and innocent.

But her eyes need not lie.

Betrayed was the look of Independence, Power, and Boldness.

But that is okay.

Asking where from, She replies, “New Mexico.”

As an Islander, new to the USA, her answer seemed strange to him.

A Cocoa Black Queen?

From this place never seen.

Nothing is indicating that he should follow.

A sad day was just what he needed.

He heard fear in his ears laughing,

“Mr. Too Late.”

“You may never get this chance again.”

“To be this close to sweet, “Dark Chocolate…”

He did not even ask her name!

What had gotten into him?

“Why won’t it flee, this sin?”

He prayed.

He was too afraid.

In her glorious presence, he felt low, like a servant.

A servant compared to such a Queen of Beauty.

It was fear that overshadowed him.

Fear, like dark clouds, threatening a rainy day.

Whenever she’d walk past today.

He would bow, hiding his face, looking the other way.

She is now lost forever, and so is what could have been.

Will they ever bump into each other?

Get that close again?

— © 2002, Nelly Vee