Strangers On A Bus

Eyes Dance
An evasive seeking
Oblivious to containment
Darting
Directly obtuse
Find their target
Fleetingly held
Achieving deep penetration
A totality of visual intercourse
A twitch of a smile
Gaze held
For but a moment
So silent
That every thought is heard
Do your clasped hands
Wring to the tune of my mind
As our eyes find each other
Do you smile at me
Or with me
I wonder

Eyes wander

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