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Description
silence
as two sets of eyes
capture one another
locked within a stare,
they linger
one beat
two beats
three beats of their hearts

what is it about the girl?

why are her lips that shade of red?
why do her eyes possess
that sort of glint
that usually lock men
with their seductive wiles
yet in hers
it seems as though
he won't be complete
unless those eyes cradle him
within that look
from this point
into eternity

what is it about the boy?

what slab of marble
did the master crafter
fashion his physique from?
why does he continue to stare?
and why can't she look away?
who gave his mouth
permission
to turn upward in a smile
especially like that
in that teasing manner
that demands
she smile back.

one beat
two beats
three beats more
until the decision
becomes that much harder
to make
who says hello first?
which ego folds
underneath the cumbersome
pressure
of attraction

if she says hello first
he might think her
an easy conquest
if he says hello first
she might think him
needy and weak
the chess match
lobbying for checkmate
without surrendering
the prized piece

and so
they both
look away

two sets of legs
with feet that move
in the opposite direction
with each pace
the other too afraid
to turn around
and end
the stalemate.
in some
alternate reality
they both pivot
and look at one another
saying hello in unison
exchanging the formalities
of greetings, small talk
the weather
the abbreviated biography
that leads into the longer tale
they add another chapter to.

for now, however
they quickly walk away
in this reality
swallowed once again
by the frantic world
around them.
the city becomes
the backdrop
for another set of strangers
left only with the
lingering memory
of their
unfulfilled
forbidden
gaze

Description
silence
as two sets of eyes
capture one another
locked within a stare,
they linger
one beat
two beats
three beats of their hearts

what is it about the girl?

why are her lips that shade of red?
why do her eyes possess
that sort of glint
that usually lock men
with their seductive wiles
yet in hers
it seems as though
he won't be complete
unless those eyes cradle him
within that look
from this point
into eternity

what is it about the boy?

what slab of marble
did the master crafter
fashion his physique from?
why does he continue to stare?
and why can't she look away?
who gave his mouth
permission
to turn upward in a smile
especially like that
in that teasing manner
that demands
she smile back.

one beat
two beats
three beats more
until the decision
becomes that much harder
to make
who says hello first?
which ego folds
underneath the cumbersome
pressure
of attraction

if she says hello first
he might think her
an easy conquest
if he says hello first
she might think him
needy and weak
the chess match
lobbying for checkmate
without surrendering
the prized piece

and so
they both
look away

two sets of legs
with feet that move
in the opposite direction
with each pace
the other too afraid
to turn around
and end
the stalemate.
in some
alternate reality
they both pivot
and look at one another
saying hello in unison
exchanging the formalities
of greetings, small talk
the weather
the abbreviated biography
that leads into the longer tale
they add another chapter to.

for now, however
they quickly walk away
in this reality
swallowed once again
by the frantic world
around them.
the city becomes
the backdrop
for another set of strangers
left only with the
lingering memory
of their
unfulfilled
forbidden
gaze