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:

blood alights;

pupils dilate;

lips part.


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.