GLANCES

17thOct. × ’15

Something scintillating
in someone’s glance

As they pass eyes allowed
to enter penetrate

No words no sounds
simple senses timidly testing

A glance goes un-owned
to take to make one’s own

Unknown you have just found me
the most beautiful woman you have ever known

I saunter down the corridor
reassured by the mysteries of in-between

I am who I want to be
when you look at me

a little too long

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