(eye) contact

how many different ways
can one ask themselves
would you like to go to lunch?
would you lunch? have you?
could you? do you food? 
quieres almuerzo? y yo 
puedo compra? i am rich
and handsome maybe some
lunch? i kid, i kid myself.

yet in the space
no longer a kid,
a shoulder-stooped man
working on his posture,
posturing himself as
work-man, writerly,
open, just a human
passing, passing through
time.

and i think to myself
once and for all
that if fate fell at a slightly
different angle it would
have put us in contact
with each other and after
so much looking in our eyes
how could we ever
turn away