He moves suddenly and sharply
And it startles me, I shake the air
Stabbed with a knife of lust—
I burn into his breaking stare
..
He smiles too half-heartedly
It's reminiscent of hurt friends
He dissolves into bone and muscle
Subjective aestheticism in the end
..
He thinks raggedly and fast
I can't catch his fleeting thoughts
I chase them through the forest
And weep for what I've sought
..
He looks without seeing
Or maybe it's me who's blind
Perhaps I'm still unthawed
And my heart doesn't show in my eyes
…
March 18, 2010