that when i look into you
you donâ€™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 wonâ€™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.