Friday, July 9, 2010

The Mating Scene

Scanning the dark room
of faces
chiseled, round, pensive and blank
she's looking
calmly, methodically
for the bravest pair of eyes
willing, able, ready
to lock into her magnetic gaze
and truly see
what lies behind.

Awkwardly handsome
and painfully haphazard,
the one sporting blue
twitches slightly
but does not turn his head away.
Risking blindness,
fearing annihilation,
he nevertheless
know her secret.

Amused, unmoved
she chooses his steps
in a sequence of deliberate glances.

How long can he follow?

Regardless, its' clear:
She won't take him home tonight.

(maybe tomorrow?)

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