When I really look at you I see all of you
And sometimes you look at me and see what I see.
Then our bodies become shy.
You look at your feet and turn away,
Your whole being becoming transparent.
Between our eyes there are smiles and sighs
And we stay an arms distance away
Our public game we play for everyone to see
We stay in the wanting of holding and laugh through shallow breath,
The space between palpable and bound with inertia:
Our wills hold us fast as we swim behind our eyes.