I was right….he was staring at me
A glance that sets my soul on fire
There he was again….
A splitting image of perfection
The very culprit behind my fantasy
Behind this illicit craving I can no longer contain
I tried to speak….”What exactly is it about you?”
….The words melt in my mouth….
I take them back helplessly
I’m lost….taken by the mere sight of him
Taken by the curious look he gives encouraging me to go on,
Yet disapproving of such consent to captivity
Such willingness to be enslaved to his warmth
There he goes again….
Leaving me unsure of his stance…
But I know that look….He can’t disapprove of this
Perhaps he does….but maybe not completely
He doesn’t push me away…Yet he never stays
There he goes again…now walking away from me
Leaving me wanting….
Striving for that which is merely a dream
Hoping that he’d be back again….