Friday Morning Subway Love Connection

Are you looking at me oh god you are looking at me
Stop stop stop looking

My hair mussed from tunnel drafts
My lipstick smudged from coffee mug sips
Cat fur that missed the lint brush
Clings,
Unsightly 

Perhaps your head is just tilted that way
but oh! your eyes

I feel them

Perhaps my quickening pulse has caught your notice
Can you see it from where you stand?

Edge my fingertip along the edge of your sweater
as I leave
and you are gone forever 

This is how it is, the Friday morning
subway love connection