Rhapsodies of the Barefooted Gypsy

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I saw him standing at the intersection
A cigarette stick hung carefully in his left hand
Between puffs of smoke his eyes found mine
It was almost electric
I let his gaze swallow me whole
His lips curved to a familiar smile
So familiar that the pool of strangers drowned in reverie
The light turned red and all the cars reached a temporary end
The flashing man turned green and pedestrians resumed what was temporarily halted
He started crossing to my side
I started crossing to his
Slow, calculated steps at first
And then long strides all at once
We met halfway there
Definitely indefinitely
Where the red meets the green
That is when we kissed

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