I looked at you askance.
In a fall afternoon,
You were sitting on the autumn grass
holding ‘William Blake’ in your hand.
Other hand was folded and you laid it behind your head.
I was looking at you in secret.
Being an ardent observer
I love to unveil your loving desires
Hidden in your eyes;
Again on a Friday evening
I found you with a boy;
Both of you were playing around a table
and running one after other at Third Street coffee shop.
I was reading your mind in secret until
the darkness fell and silence crept in.
