Eye to eye
yet connection lost in discourse
fluid, ‘tween contemplating collective
versus singular – oh, to not return
to that, personage unconnected.
Disconnected too, amid the throng,
thinking over much not on link ocular –
or perhaps rare attraction sapio –
but a meet of most basic need:
of tongue to tongue,
skin aflame to merest idea
of touch (let alone a brush,
a whisper of contact actual).
Simple breath drawn in
sparks a heat rapid, a travelling
quicksilver rushing by venal means:
And yet they sit still,
eye to eye,
at a distance removed, both
held immobile by societal constraints
(more imagined than real).
Their wanting is palpable.