Only you

To The Lady on the Train,

Under the height and weight of these downtown skyscrapers we walk along marble floors and pass through heavy glass doors - through hallways and courtyards.. past stores and food courts... the click of heals and the constant din of talking...It is a maze..

And it is where we spend much of our time... It is the waters we swim in - because we must...

This is where I see you - under these artificial lights and surrounded by these cold hard surfaces - the noise and motion surrounding us... But when I look at you, they all fade away - the world drops away, leaving only you and I standing there - walking through some hallway that I cannot pay attention to...

In the midst of the bustle I see only your smile, the tilt of your head and dark eyes shining back at me. The only motion is the sway and swing of your body as we walk, the changing curves of your back and hips with every step... the arch of your neck, curls framing the beauty of your face... the delicate V where your collar bones meet... your freckled shoulders and the soft skin along the back of your arms... the curve of your breasts and flair of your hips... the corners of your eyes and your smooth cheeks...

In the midst of the bustle I see only you.

The Man in the Station