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Taking different directions

different paths-

our eyes meet, interlocking

no words said, standing still

people pushing past us

dissappearing into nothingness

non-existance

only us in the street

captivated.



Premonitions of fingers hooked

inside eachothers bodies

a single person,single entity

wet faces-

eyes still interlocked.



Beautiful in perfection

not mistaking in purpose

this is not love-

we are but swimmers

crossing the Huron Lake

cold and deep, we are alone

only the purpose of an end

does stand before us.

Making love devoid of love

for pleasure of capture



Of the game

not for the lover

or to be loved.

Eyes unlock

and we pass by

no better, and still alone.