no words exchange

Bending down to grab his bag
He gently grazes left hand to her knee.

A pass not unlike others along a cramped ride.

Long the way back up
Almost nuzzling ear
He takes in her scent. 

Nostrils flare.

Bus shifts then stops they flow.
He eases out of bus
Her sight
On his way.

No words exchanged.
Her scent will linger with him throughout the day.
His touch is still felt.

Author: Barak adé Soleil

contemporary artist, independent consultant and curator. working within community.

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