She smiled as we past
and for a moment
we lived in each others eyes.
My hand traced the outline
of her hips
as I leaned in for a tender kiss.
But, then she was gone
off in an alternate direction
from mine.
Departed from my mind,
I fall in love
and die every day.
I wonder if she has the same thoughts
if their is depth behind her beauty.
I wonder what her name
could be,
probably not Stacy,
her name must be exotic
maybe something like Talei.
Did she notice me?
Or am I just
a greedy child
pining for attention?

The answers to me are unkown.
Maybe we'll cross
paths again
and we'll dance in
each others eyes.
I may even ask her name,
I hope the day will come.
But until then
the loner
is I
in search of another lone soul
that I can be alone with.

So sick of these parties
and college bars.
I hope she likes
dive bars
and good whiskey.
Conversation, the sharing of thoughts
and dreams
is far more intimate
than an embrace
of flesh,
an exchange of fluids.
To expose our demons
and let them dance.

But this is only thought,
not a reality.
Tonight we're drinking bourbon
in my dreams.