The train clatters on
and I rock lazily with it.
I open my eyes and turn
to find a beautiful girl
staring straight at me.

Her expression 
is that of a deer -
entranced, and yet
at once afraid of
all the unknowns which are me

I avert my gaze
and return to my can coffee,
feeling nothing,
no sense of attraction
as I would have a year ago.

Dead to love then
moved but by animal lust
for any fine body.
Now resurrected,
there is only one.

The invitation of a friend
with two serious girls
and three for play
bounces off my deaf ears.
I am dead to it.

I can see nothing,
I can feel nothing
but the heart of one
so heart-warming close,
so frustrating-far away.