...leads me to you.
It was bound to happen. After two months of wandering around the same sections of the city, Jane and I cross paths again. Maybe fatefully, it occurred at a coffee shop, which, for the record, has the best cappuccino I have tasted in this city. There she was, sitting in the window.
And though this time felt less jarring than our encounter a few months earlier, my heart still skipped a few beats. Despite our conversation being safe and somewhat mundane, our eyes seemed to drink each other in, having different ideas. Not sure what to make of it. Another head/heart conundrum, it appears.
Thirst by Mike Hughes
As a parched man thirsts for water in an arid land,
so did my eyes thirst for yours, and yours for mine.
Your intense, magnetic, electrifying stare
-forever boring into my soul-
drinking me in, quenching you.
As a starving woman wants for food to survive,
so did your eyes yearn for mine, and mine for yours.
My stare, drawn to your face
-collecting you for my memory-
to sate me until we meet again.