Though you can’t hide for long
From the poet’s wandering eye
Beauty quiet and subtle
Neither arrogant nor fake
And your disconnection with the world
So fascinating to watch
No smile from your lips
Never looking up with your eyes
But how that would change
Were you and I to see
Your mouth, tight lipped
Ordinarily would open
Wordless pleasure in your breath
Your eyes would open wide
Then close tightly shut
Your soft skin against my own
Warm to the touch
Would perspire with the effort
With the knowledge I would give
With the knowledge I would take
And you would know fufillment
And you’d feel my hot white wake
Forever in your memory, both muscle and mind
Would be the sensations
I deliciously imbibed
Then when we crossed paths
On the bus, you and I
No longer purely strangers
But with secrets that we hide
