Paean

A woman on the subway.

Two brunettes, separately sexy, together fucking hot.

A woman on the subway, gone before I could finish writing about her.

She’s very pretty, and she’s stealing glances at me.

A woman on the subway, observed with the care usually reserved for undressing.

A woman on a train who may or may not be someone I know, and who may or may not want me to take her home.

A beautiful woman’s gaze on a street corner — forward, warm, unreadable.

A woman I can’t stop watching, even when I should.

A woman on the subway, described in obsessive, reverent detail.

A portrait of a woman on the subway.