Foreign Ground

October 12, 2018/in Poems /by ian

Awkwardly
I caught myself staring (again)
At the face across the room
Instinctively
Surveying the crease
Of a quiet brow
The serene strength
Of pensive eyes
Aimed always askance from mine

Mortified
I looked away
And forced myself
To ignore
The compelling draw
Of that visage