Seduction on the Subway
by Debra Tomic
Seduction on the subway,
there's no time for foreplay.
The bat of a lash; a gentle bump,
"Oh, if only I'd worn my satin pumps."
Stare, stare, stare - then turn away.
Will he notice? What if he's gay?
Look at those eyes, feel those cheekbones:
a living portrait inspiring my hormones.
I could love him better than anyone would,
and more important, I just know he'd be good.
But what if he's getting off at the next stop?
Do I have something to write on? Something to drop?
Thinkthink of something quick!
Flash your cleavage. Blow him a kiss.
He's looking around the car with an impatient glance,
use your sexy pout - it's your best chance.
As I began to purse my lips,
a bum stopped by - my face at his hips.
"Please ma'am, could you spare some change?"
I looked up at a man who was completely deranged.
My lips still pursed, my hair arranged,
I realized that I'd lost this ricochet game.
I went in my purse and pulled out some coins,
and felt a sigh come from down deep in my loins.
The train stopped - my dream walked out the door,
"You're so pretty," the bum said. "Could you spare some more?"
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Missed Connections on the #6
by Stephanie Blair
I see her on desolate days turning the wheels in motion.
And when I look in your eyes and you smile at me
I know that she is real.
But when I stand here alone on the platform
I search,
I cry,
I hide behind you so that I can't be seen.
But turned today
If for at the very last moment
You realize it is me that you should ride along with.
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