6 February, 2007

Seeing you across the room

The Noble bubble of self-possession

Calculation of movement and

utter focus of turned-away eyes.

Suit-clad limbs no woman (at least not I) could ever

Call her own, with a lover's

Tenacity!

Your set-of-mouth melting as you lend yourself

out, seeming at once Borrower

and beneficiary.

All the words of sentiment I'd spin

Could not compete to fill the brisk detachment of

your laughing sensibility (while

feather-lightness and gaze catch

my breath, a key-hole from a lover who may not

exist)