Slick

dedicated to Otter, I met in a coffee house

A slippery little guy
But no so little
And definitely not harmless

He uses word, big words
To impress...to undress
   women with his mind
He laughs
   and cries
   as if he understands
Maybe he does

He wrote poetry
   about a woman he met
Is this flattery?
Or just an illusion
   to fluster her?
   embarrass her?
Or is he really seeing her
   knowing who she is
   without her saying a word?

He tries to speak to her

To his wonderment
   she smiles politely
   laughs a bit
   and brushes him off
   "is he for real?"

Taking his offered compliments
   and, slipping them into her pocket
She slips away
   into the night
Laughing...and knowing...
   he's just as slick
   ...as an Otter