The Woman In The Aisle
she pushes her cart
hurriedly down the aisle
with eyes not quite emerald
but more than green
chest held lightly
by white linen blouse
mouth and nose wrapped
in silken lilac kerchief
like a man fallen overboard
i desperately flail my arms in the water
by searching her eyes
for the life that i am missing
by seeking in her breasts
the sustenance that i am lacking
i drown in the desperation
of my own hollowness