a man who i thought was you passed me in plaza mayor and i was reduced to a hot nauseated fluttering mess

you have to understand
this man was so beautiful
i had to look away sometimes
this man was so beautiful
i couldn't think clearly with him in line of sight
and I would watch as
other woman lost their sense
when they saw his face
offering him anything - tea,
a solo show, a place to stay-
positioning their bodies between his
and the door

it wasn't his fault
i don't think he wanted the attention
but they don't come along too often
those stunningly beautiful men