Intersections

Swaying on the train,
Lovers lean and my lips
Curl and part vicariously
That I might complete
Their kiss.
I move with them
In their hesitation with their
Tongues’ self-consciousness.
I only imagine
If they were us
Our uncompleted love.
And I watched
And I waited
For mouths to consummate
To meet – but no
My moment’s lost
Lurching forward
to a stop.
I’ve only steel handles
For this flesh
To hold from falling.
The doors slide open
We all disappear again
From another intersection.

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