Your slow, confident, gait across the road
Had an odd effect: as time slowed…
Step, step, step and, gradual awareness
I’d held my breath; suppressed
Until, my eyes firmly secured upon the ground,
You’d passed, padding like a cat, no single sound
But the close, scent of soap on skin,
The edge of persona left on the wind
And a slow, burn… skin turned
Blush response, an indelicate yearn:
Impulse suppressed, repressed
Could I dare to hazard a guess, and suggest…
A liaison, taken, outwith that fourth wall
But small problem causes me to stall
That left hand, third finger, always hidden
I guess I could be forgiven
For holding breath; holding tongue
At some point, before long
You’ll show if you’re already taken
I mean, I could be mistaken…
But haven’t you sneaked a look my way?
Did I catch you with eyes out to play?
Or is this simply forbidden fruit
And so you stand close by, remaining mute
But perhaps, desire makes for misread
And the interest that could be perceived
Is merely innocent interest, in that girl dressed
All in black, different, feigning disinterest
I think, next time, I’ll drop my card
My diary, my phone, my guard
Some way to break, that wall of ice
That embarrassed silence
Perchance
A forward advance
Or maybe, I might just be pragmatic
Avoid the chance to be dramatic
Stop assuming, projecting,
Fancifully expecting
And realise, you’re just a guy
That’s passing by
Just another familiar face
Urban anonymous.


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