I drew specimens carrying XY chromosomes as sharp, angular.

But really you're this
gorgeous, warm, breathing breadth of muscle,
tendons & bones.

On the inside,

I'm a wonderland.

you tend to realise several things.

1.  Infatuation and love affairs with phones.

2. Everything and everyone is a variable.
The probability of being on this lonely carriage again as that stranger with 5'o clock stubble sitting across you is infinitesimal.

So, when you find a constant, that is when things get interesting.

Uninterrupted eye contact.
The same dated train tickets stuffed deep into pockets.

3. All these people. All these faces.
I think I am getting to know love.

honey*,
I am no princess,
I am a queen.

That stranger had cheeks stained by berries & a summer's day.

A smirk hanged off his lips as if it was a semi-colon.
;
Half-opened lips as if in midsentence, when in fact he has said nothing.

And all this time,
his eyes was on you.