Glances assuming intervals
When he turned with a side eye
Feeling a heavy gaze upon
His face, as if a sculptor
The tables stood side by side,
Like a couple on a sidewalk.
Of all messages to decrypt
Hers wasn’t in anyway clandestine,
Breaking the rule like a dictator,
Staring, studying every curve
On his face, as if trying to count
His outstanding beard or an art
Lover appreciating a painting.
And like a lonely lamp floating
In a dark plain of dancing blades,
His eyes rose up to the moment,
Sending a winked attachment,
Crystal, bold, limpid and independent.
Disobedient to a biblical verse.
Women are to woo,
They’re superior by creation,
To led towards bloom.
The necessary ingredient
In making a glorious king.