My Juliet - Epilogue

Sitting in the back of the cafe,

Sipping on a cup of chamomile,

A crimson sea of endless curly hair,

And emerald eyes above the slightest smile.

Pencil skirt with blazer (midnight black),

Slender, perfect legs (no pantyhose),

The perfect inner arch of lower back,

And glasses perched upon her freckled nose.

Poring o'er the laptop's glowing screen,

She glances at the man across the room;

His eyes intense, but with a playful sheen

(Shy redness in her cheeks begins to bloom).

"Madam, I would ask, if thou be able,

Wouldst thou take a seat here, at my table?

--FIN--

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.