Silent Thoughts Attract
A deluge of love draws out a wry smile
As she walks by
In a world
Of her
Own,
Yet
Takes in
The moment
Of his embrace
Without contact just a wink from his eye
Cheeky bugger she thinks but oh so nice
Turning her head
As she stops
To say
Hi,
He’s
Gob smacked
Her perfume
Drifts on the wind
They move in and touch director says cut.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
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