She was supposed to hate me, and me her
I exposed my eyes, opening that line
she reciprocated.
She wasn’t supposed to look back.
I saw the color of her eyes - blue
the unknown becoming known.
They had depth
and fear.
She showed me that piece of her
took a risk
that I might understand.
might
understand.
my hope was to convey confirmation
of a shared fear
of “ok, this is cool.”
of “what the fuck am I doing?”
of intellectual understanding vs. emotional experience
of, here I am
and here you are
and there she is
and here WE are.

May 3, 2005

back