tango

... in which we stalk (more) people at the coffee-shop.

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I know you aren't
looking back,
and I am not looking at you--

My eyes on you, and yours
after I--
have looked,

tango-glance,
eye-tango.

But what else is there?--
in a room gaze-crowded,
I step deftly
over the sight-lines

to the wall, and to your face
glancing
and from the cup
to your lips

fled

meet your gaze
with the back of mine

dip your eyes--
with my forehead