MJ Donnery

For a moment, I thought I caught somethingIn the way you glanced overIn the way you caught my eye as if in a sudden flash of recognition…at least I think you didCould I be wrong?I often am about such things… as lonely people can be on a snowy, despairing Sunday nightI never learned to play this gameNever got how strangersCollidedConnectedSlipping, slidingIn between each other’s heartsSharing silent secretsOnly to later pass each other in the nightAs if it never happenedAs if lust didn’t matterI tilt my head to get a better viewI watch as you slowly, deliberately, peel off your leather glovesOne by oneAs if feigning a stripteaseYour naked handsConfess, possessNothingBut…