I lay my eyes on you
Put my chin on your shoulder
A scent of man and a meeting
My phone on my chubby cheek
I knew that conversation needed to end
Who are you? what secrets lie between these arms?
What stories give you that glint in your eyes
With my hand on my chin I stare
Every fibre of mine attentive to each one of yours
Do my eyes betray the thoughts on my mind
Or the way I tilt my head as you tilt yours
This cobra dancer's movement
Maybe its these hands that are so still
Or the fidgeting foot
I see the lights behind your dark hair
Like the moon on an ocean surface...
Molten silver, as elusive as can be.
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L