Feeling, while others are felt

Sitting in the student union, bag at my side

Books strewn about, as if I pretend to study

When I pull the cup and straw to my lips

To drink whilst I scan the union

Sitting still but eyes moving over the colors of tops, sweaters

And hats worn by young women of fashion

Eyes roaming over people as I watch

Like an ant feeling about with bright antennae

When I lock eyes with another, a young woman

Whom is feeling about with her eyes as well

And we stare, frozen by our act of voyeurism

Awkward sweat begins down the neck

And then suddenly, with great effort

The stolen, silent stares are broken

And we go back to roaming with our eyes

Feeling, while others are felt…