Brief Encounter (something different)

Strolling like a humped character through a vacant wood;
staff-in-hand with piercing eyes, piercing as they should.
Coffee jeans tucked away in diamond walking boots
which spear the soiled lane for a time, a little while.
And then, I must have taken a lash, somersaulted,
and cushioned upon the caramel iris of a jolly school-girl,
whose family were not so far behind; spotted a diamond.
Imminently so, or a princess, as it was, with locks from a fairytale novella.
"I think I've seen your face", nay, something that I wish I'd performed.
Yes, a jewel, I saw, next to a fatherly and a motherly figure.
Her clothing, so average, but here a spell of incantation slept.
Almost suddenly, our eyes swung across; I think I heard a smile.

But brief was our meeting.

From a mere movement of heels, all sentiment was strangled;
Caught in a web of discontent, and disappointment, I suppose.
Some feelings of an impatient body danced a little birdsong and her patient legs swallowed this guilt without my touching palm.
All was lost, but the blue shards of memory that sat in their poisonous fume
reminded me of this brief encounter.