"My eyes are intense", she says
as I jolt my neck over my shoulder,
attempting to catch myself in
the shadow image that I at times recognize
as me.
"When I look at you, I don't see me."
As we position our eyebrows, we ask with our eyes,
"What is next in this aggrandized plan?"
With all of the many splendid ideas that transpose
their sheen on-top of our fiery house
We'd like to get lost on it's ventilation system,
"Can we establish an agreement?"
I say while I sort my curses from my compromises.
I suck in smoky air
through filtering hair
lean back
and exhale fear of the unknown.
She situates her hand under her chin
precisely in alignment with where
her legs meet over her knees
In her gaze I think to myself,
"My capacity for philia
has proven to be greater than
what I once chose to perceive.
I convinced myself that I knew
all of the rules.
She has given me new responsibility
thanks to the breadth of knowledge
I've gained in her presence."
She speaks with her head tilted toward summer and says,
"White crossroads can never find their exact center, they just flow together."
With a nod in respect,we understand through our visual contact.
