Younger Men, Unaware

When I brazen gaze at younger men,
the silver of my hair protects me
like the glaze on a one way mirror.

They do not suspect what lies
behind their reflection in my eyes.

My appraising approbations,
shameless declarations
from a younger woman
but not from one so coiffed,
glance off their senses
unapprehended, leaving me
to relish my secret repast.