Open Flame

Open Flame

 

Don’t look at me, I won’t stare at you.

You’re cute,

Through the reflection on the window

I can tell.

It was just a bus ride, but there we almost fell.

Your hands grabbed hold of the support bar

You were next to me, yet so far.

I don’t know your name,

Still we played

a most quiet game.

All looked

On and smiled,

It was wild

And vile;

I felt like a child.

Reviews

[Pollai]

Really like the mood you set of playfulness and quiet flirtation. Simple but vivid :)

[Inda]

Thanks, glad you enjoyed it.

[Inda]

Those moments, silent, and unspoken, but connected are most wonderous...
Inda you always tell these little moments, as one of the best... I so enjoyed this.

- Elisa

[Inda]

Thanks Elisa, means a lot.

:-)

[Yellow Butterfly]

Stolen moments...... this was a beautiful brief encounter between two strangers ....

Great write... :O)

[Inda]

Thank you! Means a lot :)

[Yellow Butterfly]

Your welcome.... There's not a right way or a wrong way to write these types of moments down..... the next time will be totally random and different again.... :O)