The bleak peek at passers-by
on a day of legs in hurried business
of eyes here but really in transit
and warm bodies almost laying skin
on skin in a blanket of smoky wind.
She sways her head away almost swiftly
when his eyes, throbbing vines in the tangled climb,
invade her private infections, leery of her own
subconscious revelations in red, as he
slides past secrets poised
like marble musuem pieces
across the subway platform.
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