That Look

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Brazen stillness staring at uncertain brazenness
Attention held by quiet appraising
Spellbound by silent gaze
Caught across the roomy space
The heat of smouldering lust
Flickers in blank gaze
A second held too long
Heat seeking confirmatory heat.
Lust masked but not forgotten
Calculations unspoken ripple
Shadows behind curtained eyes
Answers unspoken heard
Unblinking turn and turn again
Once more to meet his gaze
A smile, a nod of recognition
Of game played
Walking past
I blink
Check

But not check mate

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