the lighting in the room
slow glances exchanged across
wall to wall
i smell the fear of honesty
but still crave it as reality.
complicated interactions make time with you
enjoyment fast turns into
in attempts to figure you out.
playful banter disguises the ‘other’
whose presence is undeniable.
in the rhythms of your body and jargon
‘other’ seeps through.
can glances translate into words?
or is something much larger in the way?
i appreciate your poise
ethereal from start to finish
but aptly identify it as translucent
gossamer on a dewdropped day
attracting and detracting all in the same breath.