Ruth Walters (London, U.K.)
Another train ride
His eyes meet hers,
hold her gaze momentarily,
let her drift into a state of tranquility
somehow believing he's trustworthy.
Working down to his cheeks and nose,
they hold a hint of sexual mischief,
and stir feelings in her loins
that have her grinning.
His jaw line aches to be kissed,
manly, strong yet childlike.
He has a certain vulnerability
but as he returns to the morning news
she pretends to be interested in the headlines
on the back of his paper,
from the other side of the 9.15
as it jogs into Liverpool Street Station.
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