taking hints
passing eyes hint at locking
blinkingly they miss the connection
signals unseen
missed moment
potential powerful pleasures
undrempt, unspoken
unkempt, scattered
broken
upon the shore
mixed amongst bleached sea shells
baking on sand
later
maybe that evening
they rise
startled as if waking sharply
to the realization you are late
that ice pick feeling of
“i missed it”
sleeping thru a second
affords no chance to catch that second
a fleeting ship
vanishes from view
upon uncharted seas
sails wide in wild winds
copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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