Line 2 Westbound

Bus rides

And

Here we are

Two of us

Legs slightly touching

Shoulder to shoulder

I could smell you

And

I smile

Because

You just showered

I want to touch your knee

A slight gesture

Just to

Make you smile

I bet you have a

beautiful smile

The bus makes a turn

and I press into you

Feeling your warmth

through the layers of our clothes

Searching for a taste

of your arm hooked into mine.

maybe.

There is a perfect birthmark on your jaw line

That could easily be traced by my lips

Or my finger

Tongue

Eyelashes

My stop is coming

And for a fleeting second

I think of skipping it

Riding with you

To the end of our silent world

Sharing in the complicity

Of a thousand

Maybes

Love an endless possibility

We could unfold like the road

But

I don't know you

And

The light is changing

...

I'm left on the corner

As you ride off into the sunset.