Glances

[douglas]

Glances

I am easily distracted
By my automatic surveyor-thing
That lock-on mechanism inside me
It detects smooth red lips
And artistic finger tips
Handsome jaws
Thighs in tight jeans
Those kinds of things
Statuesque shoulders
Ruffled strands of hair
The faint scent of sensuality
Wisping through the air
Stubble
Casual looks
Round gold glasses
Poetry books
Smiles directed at me
Deep set eyes spying lustfully
Brief love affairs
In the streets
On the trains
Electric glances
Whilst running through
The city's rains.

[dcmarti1]

Much is contained in a glance! ;)

 

In the streets
On the trains
Electric glances

 

That part is so easily translatable: gay, straight, bi.....just human. The poem reminds me of the James Blunt song "You're Beautiful". Wistful, haunting, both pieces.

[Benjamin]

Vibrant, relevant and above all most human. Particularly liked, "That lock-on mechanism inside me." B.

[dr_con]

I once had a criticism of my use of the word 'thing' in a poem - ever since I've looked for solid examples of using that word well: And you do! So for that a thanks. As to the rest I agree wholeheartedly: A lustful, romantic beautiful piece about human nature. Very much enjoyed (and although you never used the descriptor 'Spring,' that is the season I place this poem in, for me anyhow, the almost uncontrollable desire to look and to imagine;-)

 

Juris

[douglas]

Thank you all so much for your feedback.

 

Juris - it was actually Winter in London running around the streets and the tube stations - but you are more than welcome to associate and interpret it within your own imagination of course - that is what poetry is all about, after all!