Poetry challenge: Free verse.
You see me on the train
Usually your gaze passed over me like a light drizzle
You noticed me, today’s eye of the storm
An innocuous fixture
In your dream-scape of blurry reality
You focus on me (dunno why, not that special)
On my sand brown skin and longish chestnut hair
Your eyes probe my prone form
I grow nervous, but I stare right back
I’m too tired to care this second, ginger boy
What do you see,
How sharp is the harpoon of your gaze,
Will it pin my soul in place, at your mercy?
You seem kind enough, black depth-less eyes glisten with curiosity
You might have been shy once, what makes you so bold now
Stranger mine, that you brazenly attempt to read me
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