I'm standing at the rainbow graffitied table
having left the room
yellow sun beams seeping through closed blinds
searching for my keys
they're right there
I see them, I'm stalling
still, no flinching
Because by this point
I've already turned around
to see him emerging
from his room
dark wash jeans
pale blue cotton shirt
loose
tranquil
I see him leaning against the door frame
emerged and
staring
at me.
Only me, no other girl
while I clumsily look for my keys
they're right there
I look back again
still staring
The distance between us
unbearable
it allows him full view
my head to my toe
and every fleshy curve in-between
his eyes
we make eye contact
he keeps staring
not like other guys
they're ashamed to look
I've caught them
solemn eyes averted immediately
damn it, they think
she knows.
Of course I know!
we all know.
So either look,
or don't.
this guy in the pale blue
leaning against the door frame
he gets it
It doesn't matter to him that I know
he wants me to look
he likes me to know
to participate
me seeing him seeing me
pale blues, yellow light beams
slightly blurring my vision
dark-wash jeans
because an intimate moment
like this one right here
it takes two.
He in the door frame
me at the graffiti
Seven feet of distance
Seven feet of intimacy.
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