Paean

A woman on the subway, described.

Two encounters with impossible beauty, and nothing to do but be haunted.

A brief, lovely encounter with a woman whose personality I drank in even more than her looks.

She’s maybe 5’1″, but a shockingly large portion of that distance is legs.

I can’t look away from her legs.

Her lips defy anatomy, and my imagination.

The lower half of a woman, and what I want to do with it.

A woman on the subway, in a red dress, squeezing her thighs together.

All black, except her hair. And a run behind the left knee.

A woman on the subway. Or in a coffee shop. Wherever she was, I saw her.