Exchanged glances of unspoken desire.
An exquisite and secret knowing
there is something...
More than what meets our eyes
or stops our hearts
or makes us wonder...
For a single moment, maybe two
we pause to consider possibilities.
We see beyond images cast,
facades we hold onto so dear.
Where do gazes go that lead no where?
Reminders of long-forgotten dreams
unfulfilled yearnings and secret fantasies.
I am a happily married woman.
Forever they will remain