Dark haired stranger...

My olive skinned black headed man
Five o’clock shadow at eight am
I imagine you in someone else’s arms
Her arms
Each day we pass by
Sometimes with her sometimes without

I accidently catch you each day
As you happen into the street
Tall, beautiful jean clad
black leather jacket and grey scarf cover
Your virile aura
Sauntering toward your day

My unwavering stare
The knowing glance and quick aversion
Of your beautiful brown eyes
Do I sense the hint of a faint and brief grin
each day I tell myself I will wave
And on I go to wait for another day

Your manliness
Your manhood
My object of desire
Two strangers
You don’t know that I exist
Yet you are very alive in my world

I have seen you again
Yet you are never alone
I feel the magic
Has left before it’s blossom
No averted stare
Your grin belongs to her

Your swagger seizes my attention
As you cross my path
Your trace reverberates through me
Our olfactory connection
Wires that never touch
So close a million miles away