I like to think i know you

and that you know every dark corner of my being.

how much is exchanged

when gazes collide?

but only for a moment.

as if afraid to fall into the oceans of another’s eyes

and become lost in their soul

peacefully slipping into the depths.

eyes: nervous and struggling

never knowing where to be

always questioning

whether or not to play it safe

because so much can come

from a few quick glances

little looks become smiles

lovely tension fills the air

between scattered sentences

each syllable placed carefully

a balancing act of irregular heartbeats

and restless hands; forever misplaced

the simple thrill of uncertainty

an irresistible mystery




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