Seeing

In silence
and at a distance
he caresses her
with his eyes; flicking,
catching furtive glances.
Does she or anyone else
notice the way he looks
at her? From the corner,
he meets her gaze
while talking; shift never drifting,
but sees instead
what he imagines. In his mind
he knows the softness of her
sweater, the touch and the hang
of her hair. Her scent.
He could inhale her, but afraid
for to move closer
he too would be
exposed; of being seen
seeing.