He's looking at me.
It's peculiar
the way he cocks his head.
Those ocean blue eyes
do all but stray from me.
What is he thinking?
He wants something...
what yet, I do not know.
How is he gazing upon me?
Is it friendly?or business like?...
Does he wonder what goes on
behind closed doors?
It is my mind that fascinates him.
He wants to get in,
to know something more.
Why doesn't he just say it?
I am not easily understood.
Yet, I feel a connection.
He knows.
He knows.
He has figured me out
and I excite him.
I stun him.
I am beautiful.
Concrete I am not.
She is.
Concrete he is not.
She is.
We are abstract
bodies floating
in our own universe.
But in our own way, we connect.
He knows.
I am special.
Can he feel something?
Can he fight it.
Finally, someone who understands
the true depths of a mind.