Dynamic, or A Black Shirt

He's going to wear a black shirt
With his arms crossed
Lost in a sea of thoughts
That don't remain in one place
Gracing old park benches
Mentioning his bad taste
While you--

Sit and stare at him
Not reading your book
Looking over at the woman
Looking at him too
Thinking--

He's dynamic
With a manic stare
Dare you catch you gaze
Could you phase him with a smile
Or a turn of the page
Engage yourself
In an open-ended eye catch
Snatch his attention
Right out of that sea
So you can see his black shirt
Soaked through
With the chance of you

He's for you
He's all for you
He's dynamic

Is he what they mean
When they call hair 'tussled?'
Is he who they mean
When they refer to muscle
Bulging through a persona
Not just a piece of clothing
Loaning character to fabric
You'd be mad to not notice it
Shit, he looks good in it
But is it--

Just the black shirt
Or is that he's
Dynamic
Is it the--
Dynamic?

It's not a matter of chemistry
Physically he's okay
But hey
Who's the last person
Who turned your head
That didn't roll out of bed
And roll out of your life
Stroll back to their wife
Not nice enough
To spend the night

It's not a question of setting
But you're betting this is it
Cause you never come here
And you never sit still
And you never would have noticed him
Except for the trees
Leaning in his direction
Providing connection
Though the weather looks dark
What better place to meet up
Than on a Sunday, in a park

With you in your blue shirt
And him in his black
Back on track after a break
That makes you sort of suspicious
About delicious individuals
Surreptitiously strolling by
Under a nasty looking sky
Do you trust the timing
Or barometric pressure
Does it matter if it rains
The first time you're together?

Is the crackling in the air
The red flag from the gods
Should you dodge him and delete him
Complete your day with baked goods
And a movie night at home
Alone, again

But so what on a Sunday?
Sunday's not a good day
To wear a black anyway
Shouldn't you be alert
Of men in dark shirts
Skirt their appearances
But is it wrong to just flirt
Can you taste it
And run
Just for fun

Or maybe the question is
Can you not?
Blot out the crackling
Cause it's probably just rain
Pain's gone for the moment
Don't invite it in again

But before you know it
You marked your page
Closed the book
Shot a look
And jumped up to say 'Hey'

You can say nay to the muscles
And the tussle
And the trees
But the dynamics
And the fact
That his face
Creates a panoramic view

Of the next three weeks
Weak and tired
Of trying to fight it
You're going to wind up
Lighting his cigarette
Betting you can take him
Break under his body
Naughty thoughts for a Sunday

But hey
When you friends ask
Just say--

He's dynamic

It all came down
To dynamics