Looking into your eyes,
Met with intrigue.
Communication’s non-verbal.
Words buried internal.
Scared of what you may ask…
Nervous my answer may be yes
Scared of what you may think…
Nervous you may see through me
Trying to read you
Can’t seem to comprehend
Attempting to feel your energy,
Don’t know where to begin.
Trying to feel me out,
There’s no interpretation.
Attempting to sense my thoughts,
There’s no revelation.
Our hands touch
Knowing we’ll never be more
Than what we’ve been before.
Our connection tells the story
That no one will ever understand:
How his woman
And his friend.
Entered the taboo
Trapped in a rendezvous
Crossing the lines over to a one night stand.
We go our separate ways,
Like two strangers in the night,
As mere passers-by
Purposely oblivious to the facts…
Intentionally ignorant to the connection had.
Lasting impressions,
Unanswered questions
Are again the remnants
Of another ‘chance’ encounter.
Another time, another place
Maybe no more time would be wasted.
We’ll cherish the moment,
Allowing it to unfold.
Another place, another time
Maybe we’ll oblige
Affording each an opportunity,
A chance to be
More than fantasy.
