Temporarily Tapping

 The thought
of sharing
a glance
in flux
in passing
unknown
and unyielding
as we momentarily cross paths
excites me.

Strangers
who relinquish
a brisk brush
with sight
into the fluttering
depths
as real
as any mystery,
allowing ourselves
the freely open
taste
of just what it is
that makes
those
solar flares
erupt….

And then
that nodding
knowing
letting go
and that glance
back,

Yes,
I saw you,
so naked
passing there,
and yet no one
has touched you
like that
in years
or forever,
and all we had
was that one
brief moment
between doors,
on the elevator,
standing in line,
as the wind
drove by,
drowning us.