Eye contact

It all started at a teashop in Cambridge.
A woman sat down at the table opposite him,
And looked him in they eye.

He would have preferred it
If she had looked him in the ear.

She had a penetrating stare
As if she was an extraterrestrial hired to work
On remote viewing at the science park.

He pretended not to notice
And carried on reading his newspaper.

A little later, he looked up again.
Her eyes were waiting for him.
They were on a plate.
But the rest of her had gone.


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