Poetry

the trickiest

Among all the stares I know

The lustful look is the trickiest

You pass by each other at work

Then all eyes are under arrest

Across the room full of adults

Our presence craves connection

If we are locked inside four walls

Bodies will be inseparable til dawn

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Poetry

A Blank Stare

A blank stare
at my window,
counting—
the raindrops
unknowingly;
the cup of tea
sits on my lap.

A blank stare
at the note,
my mind vacant;
waiting—
unconsciously
for you to arrive.

Daily Post’s Singin’ in the Rain.

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