Furtive Glances

Glances across the room
Furtive
Seeking, beseeching,
Wanting that fleeting contact,
That moment of understanding
When magic happens.
I see you
I want you
But darting away
Too frightened to let the moment linger
Is the rejection really that bad?
I don't know you
Nor you me
Yet...
Our gaze(s) flit on
Almost repelled by that momentary contact
As if the realization of attraction
Might become a weapon to our weakness.
Would you really stab me
With the knowledge
You find fleeting in mine eyes?
And shatter the crystal mirrors of my soul?
Or would I do the same to you?
Just once
Let the moment linger
And gaze within mine eyes
That is...
If I don't flit away...