Sitting across from me
in faded blue jeans
a girl with shoulder-length
black hair has 14 marks of beauty
on her face
that move like stars
in a universe of
smooth and pearly white skin

An electric tension

puts the hairs

of my eyebrows on tiptoes,

erect like needles

As time sweeps away

from bus stop to bus stop

I chase her fingers
with my eyes
that with unknown gentle force
part her lips
for two undying seconds

A deep hunger
throws my mind into illusion
of her painted cheeks
dangerously close to mine
providing a burning ventilation
in this infernal California heat

A screech of tires
as the bus door
cracks open
threatens a silent goodbye.

A dark hand pulls me
from the seat and I step
onto un-recognized streets
like being ripped away
from the grasp of a gentle dream.

That shadowed hand
a weary push,
vanishes in the memory
of her stunning scent,
that pulls without mercy
sending my frail
and thin legs
on a never-ending chase.