-----*

Stern gaze
on a soft face
sliver of crystal
on her delicate cheek
as she scratches it

From behind her chair
playing with her hair
he can see
by the outward movements
of her slender-pink fingers


*I never finished this poem; I had great plans for it but I underestimated the length of the train ride and I didn't want to finish it with inauthentic observations.