That Look
It all began with a look,
A curious, flirt of a glance.
When eyes held eyes for just
A second too long.
A look that knew hunger.
Starved of affection,
They gravitated towards one other.
Finding seconds, minutes hours
To do nothing but just be together.
A look that grew into a taste
A touch.
That grew so huge that it lost all control.
Some may call it love,
Others obsession.
It is just a thing that started with a look.
The sensual energy, that darts like a
Tongue, in and out, back and forth,
That charges the hair on the arms
To stand up.
A doomed romance
Because the burning embers
Of that look have been extinguished
Forced back into their place.
Every now and then
It flashes back into life
Like joke candles – for parties.
The energy pull is too strong
To be eternally denied
So stolen seconds, minutes
Are all that exist now.
The light is still there
But flickers from lack of attention.
The hope still swirls around the flame
Waiting to ignite as strongly as before.
BUT
Life has made them weary
The look, is not enough
On its own.
Maybe the look
Needs to find a new home.
Wx
