You’re the kind of guy I could fall for,
With ocean cold eyes and sculpted jaw.
I swear I’ve seen your face before.
Was it in the theatre foyer at the Astor,
or the hero of that film I saw?
You’re the kind of guy I could fall for.
Maybe that dream from some nights ago,
You swept me off my feet on the dance floor.
I swear I’ve seen your face before.
Or the Adonis at that party the other week,
when I drank so much I couldn’t think?
You’re the kind of guy I could fall for.
Or the handsome stranger who helped me home,
into my bed and out of my clothes?
I swear I’ve seen your face before.
Or the man who held me through the night,
who I tried to love with all my might.
You’re the kind of guy I could fall for,
I swear I’ve seen your face before.
Audrey El-Osta lives in Melbourne studying Linguistics and Literature at Monash University. She lives with four cats and three humans, and began to make strides in the Australian literary scene when she was awarded a Glenfern Fellowship for Emerging Writers by Writers Victoria. She edits the Poetry section in Slink Chunk Press, an independent online journal dedicated to diversity in writers and their characters. She plans to publish a full collection of poetry before commencing Honours, or stage a play - whichever comes first.