Between strangers,
the many different faces,
smiling
frowning  
indifferently staring,
you
look right at
me.

With a slight hesitation,
in growing temptation,
my heart's palpation
skips about
a bit,
hereby admitting
the gratification
that flows in my veins
when our eyes meet
and you don't turn away
but rather
curl your lips
a little.

Our bright eyes
and soft sighs
wove themselves
rapid
in to both of our lives,
I realized when we sat
outside waiting
as the rain dries
around us,
fingers intertwined,
clean and
quiet
together.

Between strangers,
the many different faces,
where are
you?
smiling
frowning  
indifferently staring,
there you are
and there she is
and there's that look.

Now we're strangers
with very different faces
whose eyes don't meet.