that when i look into you
you don’t see what i do.
the silent wandering
that deep darkness of your eyes
lit by a solitary flame of yearning
the way your laughter volatile,
rising from within
bursts forth like flames to spilt gasoline.
the breaking of a crooked smile
from the corners of your lips
or the crinkle of your eyes
as they dissolve into mirth.
you won’t seek out
that space where we exist, coexist
you and I
in sympathy and longing,
in music and melody
and sometimes, in fire and coldness
you will not see as I do
and so it is
for when I look into you
you are staring back into the eyes of one
blinded by the love of you.