To The Man On The Tube

Your face was amazing. Unlike the woman across from you with the chiffon scarf and milk-mild eyes, a bland gaze into the universe beyond the wall, you were fascinating. The excitement I noticed had first arisen when I realised that I didn't know what was going to happen. The twists and crags in your shadowy skin were unpredictable - as the lights flickered your face shifted dimensions. Flat became bulbous, scars became crow's feet, your smile snarled. No one dared make eye contact with you. But I could not stop staring.