There’s a look
a woman gives a man
when she wants him;
longing for his touch,
her body
aching with desire.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
in her rapture;
lost in the moment,
her body filled,
her body surrounding.

There’s a look
a woman gives a man
full of regret and recrimination;
of dreams unfulfilled,
hopes aborted
never born.

There are looks
and there are looks
but no matter how hard we try;
how tight we press the flesh together,
two souls joining becoming one
is just a fleeting dream.