I.

His silence beckons me,
I sit in the receding corner of my mind
Ravenous with a hunger I cannot tame
As he just sits, silently, and draws with his eyes

I am lost within my own two hands
My heart beats in my chest as if a reprimand
While I sit here I am watching him watch me
Out of the corner of his eye, he studies me

I twitch, I shudder, suddenly nervous under his gaze,
Not quite photo-blue, but by no means jade
Instead, a mixture of the two
Of the most beautiful blue-green I have ever laid my eyes upon

Beyond a shadow of a doubt
The corner I so gladly surrender to
Dark, like a hurricane across the shape of the core of my soul,
Becomes warmer, suddenly,
Touched with a light I have not felt since my misbegotten youth...

For he turns to me, in an unguarded moment, and smiles.

II.

Waterscapes litter the unspoken pretence of my own consciousness
My waking mind is scattered amongst the shore with images of you
As I walk the beach I select amongst them a photograph
And your smiling face beckons me to sleep

In my own self, deep within slumber's sleepy grasp, I can no longer deny
That I am deeply, truly, madly in love with you
The photograph follows me from the girl that everyone else sees
My true body accepts it as a part of my own

And in a moment of pure euphoria
We are bound together by the rhythmic beating of my own heart,

Pulsating underneath my fingertips.

III.

My hand touches the corner of this bar;
I run the pads of my fingertips along its wooden surface
The window is open, a rush of air enters,
Brushes against my material being,
And places under control my own core temperature

When I next gaze upon the scene,
I am surprised by a chair in the middle of the kitchen
But without questioning who or what I am, I sit,

And the scenery changes to a life alone with you.