a simple stare

there was once a time, not fully detached

where my infactuated self collided with your fleeting eyes

and from there i used to pretend that gaze was held and i used to pretend i could see right into you and read you.

of course, the pages were written by me in the hopes you’d be thinking similarly

so when i read, i read happily

and excitedly and expectantly

waiting for your eyes to move from mine

downward to my lips then back up again.

you’ll signal to me in the most unsophisticated way because although i like to think of myself as mature

i wanted our actions to be such of uncleanliness and desperation

almost sad that we didn’t do this sooner

welled with water at how we aren’t feeling one another everywhere, all the time at any given opportunity

and even now i remind myself that it was only a look, a simple stare

maybe a flick of the mouth, show some teeth

but that’s all it was and it has been

the rest is just fantasy