Written over ten years ago at a poetry open mic in San Francisco, "A Sign", remains a vestige to those many years before I met my true love.
A Sign
She smiled in my direction I'll take that as a sign That she wants my love That she craves me physically I brushed against her thigh She didn't shy away I'll take that as a sign She wants to sleep with me. I remarked to her how the day is lovely She didn't refute my claim. I'll take it as a sign She'll wander naked through my home. I'll take her. I'll sign away all others. She'll take me as a sign.