Deception of Thought

I see a beautiful woman
dressed in tangerine silk

She notices my gaze,
and I return hers with a polite smile

All the time wondering if she thinks I am
Gay…
Or a racist…
Or some other such stereotype.

When my gaze is really only a product
Of my curiosity and admiration.

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