He spotted her across the room
and through his eyes flitted a spark
of wanting deep and dark
She would be his.
A casual wave of friendly hand
an introduction
her eyes glistened with laughter
that dug through skin, muscle, bone
and buried itself in throbbing organs
where it grew
a warm spot.
She would be his.
He greeted her with smiles
and invitations
ready to oblige her every need
grew desperate at her
encompassing joy
that welcomed all
He glared in despair at others,
and wanted her all the more.
Long walks, mittened hands held tightly
on snowy walks.
He glued her to himself
with his tears and kisses
and they walked into
the mysterious future,
where she was
his.
Shawn L. Bird 