Tell me more about

I wanna see the Change on Your Face

Every Time I look at You walking to the

while waiting for the

You seem so Hardly Focused on some Memory

Solely reserved for.

You hold the Suit-Case

with Slightly Excessive Strain

Your Nerves are Pulsing

And everything around You turn

Tell me more about Yourself

I wanna know the Reason Why

You never talk to Random Passengers.

I look at You

Observing how You stroke

JustSleeves, Just average Watches

And You seem to Prefer

Only what fits Black Colour of Your Shoes.

Why do You serve such Cold Grey World?

You walk in Silent Space of Subway Station

Almost Permeating into the Air

And Your Stout Body repeats Same Moves

I saw the Previous Day

And I don't even doubt Your Apparent Strengths.

If You are Well-Built and Handsome

Why don't You smile me Back?

And by Drizzling Rainy Hour

Firmly in embrace of Wind & Drops of the Shower

You walk in Similar Fashion.

You hold the Suit-Case

full of Convoluted Files & Papers.

You count the Exact Moment

to Leave the

And I have no Idea

what makes You look so Stressful.

You Leave the

And comes without Delay

You only think of Matters so in Nature

And it exonerates such Impression

as if You live to Work

as if You don't need Sex

Quite Barely,

Sometimes...

You drink Two Shots of DARK WHISKEY

And I can guess

You sip the Booze just to Erase

of how You lived

in Average Grey Town,

in Average City.

Yet if You are Well-Built & No less Handsome

Why can't You switch your Job?

Why are You so Attached to

Isn't it Boring?

To Waste Your

on Multitude of Files and Papers?

I know You're Suffering

but You don't talk to Strangers.

Such Guys as You exist

and as I see

You do not care about Your Own Age

and the Last Time You shared Intimacy with Peers.

I bet and even during Sex

You are still thinking of how

Your Black Shoes are sweeping Floor of Subway Station,

The way You catch the Evening Train.

Once in a While

You stare at Window

You stare at Me

While I do sit in front of Your Suit-Case.

Your Glance is aimed in Opposite Direction

I try to get what kind of Feeling you do Preserve.

And let me guess -

You overwork

You don't need Friends

If to be honest,

I wanted to be helpful with

I touch My Grey Coat

and realize that I am Warmer than

while You keep Indifference in Gestures.

And if You stare at me for Too Much Long

Do You secretly desire an Instant Rush of Excitement?

For We can sit Quite Closer to Each Other

and Seek Delight

..................................

Are you Ashamed of Random Meetings?

Most of Adult Passengers of Evening Train

Specifically, the WHITE MALES

tend to Disturb me with Cat-Calling

while You aren't even Paying any Feasible Attention

on how they Wanna

There was one WHITE MALE who rubbed his Waist Area

while worn in JEANS,

Cherishing Anticipation to , to

And You ignored such Scene Completely

And I remembered it.

Of course, You are Just Stranger

who doesn't possess

Enough of Time

And to Protect My Poor Arse

from Random Passengers who

Dare and to Flirt with me

Without My Permission.

You saw how I resisted

the Lust of MANY WHITE MEN

Hoping that maybe You

would Take My Hand, instead.

They were so Aggressive

while You're just Silent.

They could FUCK ME

exactly in the Evening

when You stepped into the

Oh! I might have been

Fickle in My Mood

but it didn't mean

that You were better than them

just because You're Good-Looking.

just because You're Good-Looking.

Indeed, You wore the

Indeed, You don't talk to Strangers.

And I do bet

that even During Sex

You are still thinking

of how You need to Wake Up Early

to Catch the

and back again, to

Is it so Important for You

To Spend all

All given since the First Glimpse We'd met Each Other

Just to Subsist Another Day of ?

Well, I'm able and to turn Away

in Manner like You do.

So MANY WHITE MEN

surround the Place I sit in Train

They Dare to Tease me with

Random Compliments followed by Sigh.

I try to hide from You

And All Your Gaze is sort of Pleading for one Ephemeral Addressal -