picture of you

I could so easily fall
into memories
into confusion
into your eyes

the simple act of reaching
different endings
or beginnings
or your heart

If I should close my eyes
there will be nothing
left surviving
but your smile

close stranger

Being close

is torture

the urge to touch

overpowers me

I feel the aura of your promise.

The games we play

catching half a glance

reflected in a dark window

an accidental touch

as we adjust.

You are a mystery

I want to solve

I don't know your name

should I call you

...............again