My watchful eye is on the slowly blinking eyes, the round red lips, the movement of a smaller nose. Immediately I glance away, as soon as one of a trillion slow blinks opens those ominous eyes in a direction of mine.
A thousand butterflies,
a thousand tiny tickles down my spine.
There’s no escape from my forever running mind,
Filling up with nothingness – as it is just an endless outlet for those eyes.
A million different thoughts, thousands of emotions,
Hundreds of sensations hiding in one feeling,
The knowledge of which can’t be possessed
Right until given. Given
In a way where no words to be said ever have need.
Presented by one single movement, a single lonely motion.
The fullness of the breathing of us both,
The emptiness of silence around us – all synchronising
Our wildest dreams and most contrasting hearts.
So different, yet never really part. In our similarities it lies,
The distance that’s between us.
An imperfection
Of my own imagination – a point at which we are supposed to differ
In order to feel us both get closer at an equal rate.
My greenish brown and watchful eyes,
They drown
In infinite warm depths of her eyes’ defined dark brown.
Many might say that, foolishly, I am describing now
Pure chemistry between us – as though it’s a fact.
To me although it is just very basic physics –
Identical magnetic fields repel, while opposites attract.