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.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010
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