Anonymously Yours

The cafe where we sat
Stirs with my breath -
A heavy, gung-ho worth of
Nothing, as you push aside
The glasses from your face,
Telltale of courage and a certain
Sadness, which I can't quite name.

Like the first glance,
Months ago, flush with
The honey sun right outside
The window, as you sunk in,
A movie star at heart
A child ready to be spirited away.
Your eyes glistened
In a steady state of masked
Elegance, iron will, a falling petal -
Vulnerabilities
That you would rather forsake.

Picture this, will you?
A stranger keeping watch
Beyond gender, beyond work
Hours, minutes, seconds crumbling,
A quicksand destiny - perhaps some
Lonely beach in your dreams -
A face secret with unapologetic longing,
For a word, a touch, a move,
Beyond the painting,
And into the living?