Our eyes meet
And lock
We sit near each other
On the bus
His eyes are warm,
And soft
Hazel like wood
Mine, green
Inviting, yet unnerving
He moves next to me
Holds my head in his hands
Turns it,
And kisses me
So softly
So sweetly
So poetically
It is bliss

But now
Its time to go
His stop has come
Hopefully
We shall meet Again