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THE GLANCE AND THE GAME
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JOURNAL #6 such an austere look of complete sadness
falls upon me from so far across the way
I am sure I look quite dumbfounded
what does that look expect me to say
knowing what I know without his knowing I'm not so
sure if here I should stay
it wouldn't be fair
this must be some stirred up storm in love's sweet
play
before I get in over my much too transfixed head
over my being a hopeless coward
never let it be too loudly said
there's something not quite tangible yet as to why
I'm so strongly attracted to this stormy eyed
balding calm man
in my eyes I'm almost certain he can read my
profitable sin
in this game of all knowing eye contact we battle
knowing both of us will more than likely win
not just once but again and yet again
more or less
wait, he just glanced away
I'm starting to like this game now less and less
I must come up to confess
please turn back and beg me with those sweet, special
eyes to stay
he just turned and looked back
the man is a mind reader I must be too
for in his eyes I read do you want me because my dear
I most certainly want you
my lids jumped out of the way and I fairly screamed
a loud yes
love can be such a gamble but often its just a guess
he then gets up
strolls over to my table and asks in a deep and self
assured voice would you care for a dance
I say of course ( as if I had a choice)
my true life started at that very moment
with that most magnificent man with whom I fell in
love with from just one glance............
( written Jan 24,1992 am)
