That Look

Call it interpretation of arrogance
When awareness is extended
Beyond typical self-indulgence
Thoughts held in that brief brush
Of soul portals

Whether it be in the glow of intoxication
Or the sober fluorescence of work space
Desires disclosed for the merest moments
Intentions raw and unfiltered
As gazes meet

Conveyed in cursory contact
Hot stomach tingling hunger
Dilation of pupils
Fingers flick hair and grace neck
Invitation by animal gesture

To be spirited away in languid blink
To leave rippling suggestion
Of sighs and satisfaction
Plausible but beyond reach
Of breathless exchange

Questioning occurrence
Imagined or real
Bedroom countenance
Alluring conveyance
In that look