Corner Voyeur
They must have been walking to work,
her neck caught in the crook of his elbow,
stretching her legs to match his stride,
and that blurry smile.
His hand dangling in front
breast-high, as if to -
Was that a wandering eye?
Separate ways at the corner.
He drew her in
for a kiss
good-bye.
Walking away,
she didn’t see him,
swipe a thumb across his lips
And lick it.
Wellington Street Art from vivid.org.nz
