Those Moments…

So…
Just a stranger on the bus but I couldn’t look away
I fumble with my pass and a carryall of dirt and flowers
Determined not to drop them or stumble ignominiously
Eyes ahead targeting a seat with room for rhododendrons
Our eyes meet and lock and I am electrified

It’s him
It’s not him
It’s him oh my god
You’re an idiot
He’s beautiful

And…
My heart has stopped beating for a moment but I have to move
I tear my eyes away and walk past like the queen of the garden… or the route 118
Settling into my seat I realize I look like a tree-hugging urchin
He glances back and I am frozen in his gaze frozen flame that is

It’s him
For fuck’s sake stop
Look at his hair his beard
Shut up
Chocolate eyes…
SHUT UP!

And…
Easy grace in his posture, a nod of his head
Please don’t notice me I’m straight from the garden
Ringlets, glowing, no sunscreen – damn! Grass stained knees
He’s caught me staring again and smiles, I almost miss my stop

He’s beautiful
You’re a goof
I want to just grab him and kiss him
Walk right up and kiss a stranger?
I have a feeling he won’t mind
You have a snapdragon behind your ear Hot Stuff

And…
I get off at my stop drunk on a little daydream
Drunk on a stranger’s pheromones and a glance
Just a chance backward glance as the bus pulled away
He turned, fingertips to glass, a look that was an orgasm waiting to happen
A summertime, sunshine random beautiful man connection

~ kei
9 June 2015

He On Bus

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5 thoughts on “Those Moments…

    • He’s a dead ringer for the man formerly known as Fiancé. Now if “Mr. Bohannon” were available… ‘Cause I’d totally stand a chance 😀
      Have a good one!

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