Love in Hexasyllables XLIII: The Hidden Word

[aduvingion]

Making my way to you
across the room, throbbing
music pulsing, thumping
in time to the beat of
hearts all around, I might
linger awhile and speak
a casual word to
persons unknown to you,
insignificant folk
not worthy of your fears
and jealousies because
there is one thing we share:
a meeting of the eyes
perhaps, or even just
a chance fleeting glance
is enough to be sure.