A congealed glass window

Shields him from my sincere desperation,

My gaze of pink-tinted curiosity,

My wish to become more than strangers--

As if nature and nature welded by man

Are both trying to blur a long awaited

Rendezvous.

Long awaited by who?

Who else

But

Myself?

His smile of crushed pearls,

Is wide and visible.

For a rushed second,

The noisy rain and fluorescent lights separating us

Flickered into barren, free, clear desert air.

It was a smile.

A smile contrived by my imagination?

Possibly.

But imagination has never felt so real.