BRIEF ENCOUNTER

This is the closest I can get

Always from a distance,

Across the street

Overwhelmed by the rush 

Of 9 am feet,

On the wrong bus

2 minutes too late,

Crowded bar

Overflowing with lust

So when I think I've got a hold of you

Your breath, a lingering scent

Something 

I can carry home in 

The palm of my hands

It's gone in instant

An illusion

A smoke trail

Slipped the cracks in my fingers.