I.
Brownredblondblack heads.
Hair behind hair beyond
reach.
A need to outstretch fingers
and be touched back.

Brushing against bodies,
breath held hoping
something touches the
bitsofskin beyond cuffs.

II.
Unoccupied metal dulled
by previous sittings.
No excuse
to move along it with a simple
slidesmile and nod.
No crowd or need to squeeze
together.

Ride the metro till five.

III.
Tremors like sweat slip through buttoned
collar and black slacks
as stilettolacesloafers leak into a view
of well treaded noslip rubber.
Ease the motions of chest and shoulders.

Dive at them as if starving.

Wet healthy eyes all too wide,
poor comfort for those
shoes considering the gap of metal.
Black middles filled with uncasual.

Eyes that seem to cut,
only they can do the touching.