I gaze across the aisle,
Hoping only for a smile;
Her face, alight,
A comedy, divine;
Bracelets, silver,
Gently collide.
Silk soft,
She coughs,
And then she sighs,
Licks lips un-dry...
Casual curls, dis-
Arrayed perfection--
Was that a glance
In my direction?
She's caught my eying,
Her gaze deep brine,
A plainly painted sign:
  Sharks infest these waters,
  Swimmers beware.