Staring so intently into my eyes
avoiding some other trouble less pretty,
I wondered, what was it you saw?
Me, I had known from the instant
I peered behind your curious cerulean.
But you, you looked at me.
You looked into me, with eyes
too intensely and too immaculately comforting,
as if there were something else you saw.
In that distance I learned
it was enough to be there,
pressed two feet apart.
That a dormant warmth slept within me.
You proved this in your quiet
passing into sleep, a moment
now buzzing, embedded
in my stalwart mind.
