Orange Skirt. By Damion Hamilton

This girl

Walks through the casino

With her dad

And with her lover or brother

She’s wearing an orange tight

Sexy dress

She’s thin with long sexy legs. Her boobs are noticeable.

I’ve been sitting here waiting for something poetic, and everything seems so poetic.

Somethings more than others

But the young girl in the orange skirt excited me

I tisk, such a strange game nature plays on me

I look at her. She must feel my

Lust as she steals a glance back at me.

Then she walks to the restroom out of my view.

The brother and father guard the restroom.

They know that orange skirt she’s wearing is like a very small sun

And they don’t want others to fly

Too close to it like me.

Damion Hamilton is from St. Louis MO. His poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Poesy Magazine, Zygote In My Coffee, Red Fez, The Camel Saloon and many others. He writes poetry, stories and novels. He has written several books.