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