To Chance An Encounter

The sunshine today is warm on my skin but his stare burns deeper Refusing to look does not make me less aware of his maleness I wonder if tomorrow he will come to the street to chance an encounter How can I enquire his name and be discreet but fearless Desire has my thoughts racing and hoping he is a romanticizer Like myself, he desires a chance meeting to be a start of us I like the sound of us, dreaming...perchance I am too eager Tomorrow will be the bearer of my fate, to wait, I can bear more or less Hollow is my fufillment, he is not present in yon window, peeper Together will not be, fate has other plans for this heart and for us Tears fall, heart is exploding, questions...why? Feelings tender... No gentle caress across my face, no tenderness, no masculinity, joyless... For the contest of Iolanda written about the Painting-- A young man at his window.