Briefest Moments
It’s the eyes
Those globes of gelatin
Vortices of iridescence
As they dance with one another
back and forth
Neither interested but both willing
Each cat & mouse in their own internal chase
Perhaps it’s your look of desire
the warmth of their touch
Maybe vice versa
though neither
can overpower
that fatal inertia
It doesn’t matter if one or t’other
is already engaged
Those thieving glances belie the want:
to be caressed
embraced and
consumed
Either way
real want is
null
and
void
