Love on the Subway
Fell in love with a hand on the uptown C local
I sat in the gray rows as he stood above
Too frightened to address his eyes
So I became quite infatuated with his hand
Firm yet soft with manicured nails
Fierce veins crawling like rivers
Crossing a dulce de leche plain
Knuckles curved at ease allowing
The fingers to do their practical work
Strong wrist peaking beneath cufflinks and a trench
Closed my eyes to imagine my own intertwined
Awoke to find you vanished along the Jay St. F
Written 10/09/09
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