To Look and to See

To smooth along over suits and skirts

to make my way with a gaze

scuttle bumping side-stepping, with eyes

across peopled receptions

Skimming the lower fete circles on couches

search-lighting seas of legs-on-laps

trying to catch it, the shimmer

the gleam of you

Amid tinkling tinsel and cider glass

across silver-gold holiday merrymaking

now there's you and there's me, always
fashioning faces