
Magic
in the love dance,
yet his art could not grasp
her soft swells, her breath’s heat – against
his lips.

Magic
in the love dance,
yet his art could not grasp
her soft swells, her breath’s heat – against
his lips.

A heaviness constricted his heart as he pushed and shoved against
swirls of people. Anonymous faces, vacant and blank stares left him
feeling the emptiness of crowds that followed blindly. He searched
desperately for that familiar face.
She was on the train
wistfully gazing at him,
wrenching a deep groan.