From The Lab

Inattentive

Oblivious, she plays her games
With the freedom of a child
At sea. Unashamed, staring
Directly at her watchmen,
Who stare from the corners of eyes,
As if daring them,
Tempting them to engage.
The breeze tosses her sandstone hair,
And the lilies tucked behind her ears
Flirt with escape, all the sweeter
For where they rest. Coveted;
Worshiped on bended knee.
And she knows it. Arms extended,
She dances on feet that never
Quite touch the ground; grasped
In the passionate embrace of invisible satyrs.
Loving the moment, enjoying the attention, and
Denying her suitors,
If only they gave her the chance to.