Strangers Crossing Paths Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

She is passing by
and with my camera in hand
I'm about to utter-
but before I can
she blurts,

'I know...we look alike.
Same hair-style.'

And as I'm about
to ask if I may
take her photo
she beats me to it
saying,
'Of course you may'

As I do
and was going to solicit -
she coos,

"Yes I'd love to."

And we do
at the corner café
a drink or two.

But she sees a greater thirst
in my eyes
and I hear the smack
of her parched tongue
as we speak in gazes.