Glances

You sit across from me,
lost in light discourse
Feel my eyes upon you,
and turn to meet their force
A twinkled-eye, a subtle smile,
you've read me like a book
This secret shared between us,
reflected in your look

Too honest of a moment?
Too much my eyes reveal?
You glance away to recover,
dismissing what I feel
Yet this heart still aches inside me,
begging to break free
This suffocating civility -
a burden too great for me

I cannot seem to reconcile
these parts we have to play
I know you see it in my eyes -
I have to find a way
To show you what I'm feeling -
I long to draw you near,
To kiss those soft and tender lips,
and whisper in you ear

Alone in this crowded room,
I see no one but you
You tease me with your gestures -
you know just what to do:
A brush of the leg, a sideways glance,
a coy and slivered smile
A stroke of your hair, a soft caress,
a nudge every once in awhile

You drive me crazy - beyond control -
imagination gone wild
This blinding heat, these flushed-red cheeks -
I feel just like a child
Look my way, one more time -
bestow a confirming glance
I hang on every movement
of this elusive optic dance

I wish that I could reach you
with more than just my eyes
To comfort and to hold you -
but here it wouldn't be wise
These moments feel like hours;
yet, I must stoically endure
And not betray my feelings -
for this there is no cure
My Comments: Hmmm....what to say about this poem...some of my friends call this my "horny" poem - however, what I'm really trying to present is the frustration with "required composure" - having to restrain oneself in love for whatever reason: whether, a work-related function, or unrequited affections, or simply because the person is not within reach and there is no opportunity for expression or communication.
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