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Thrall
by Lucky 13
I look up at the pale moon
pale, like the whites of your eyes
blue irises like dusk
a moonlit pool
black pearl pupil
staring up from the murky depths
Unable to wrench my fevered gaze
away, I watch you
Fascinated
What signal directs
the muscles of your face
to move as they do?
expanding and contracting
below the skin
your mystery mocks me
Even as it draws me
further
driving me
into obsession
sweet as air
But could my interest withstand your riddles unraveling?
The pondering is useless
eons of observation could
not yield to me the complicated creature that is
You
Why must you torment me so?
do you delight in my confusion?
or are you-blithely
unaware
Innocent of the all-encompassing fascination you wake in me?
Do you know
how my every sense has become
so thoughtfully
attuned to you subtleties?
Sometimes I can almost hear...
your thoughts
like grains of sand
sifting and shifting round in your head
But you keep them all to yourself
Sometimes I can almost hear...
your heart
beating
so quietly
I see you nearly every day
yet you remain an enigma
I should leave it alone
but I wonder...
What do you dream of at night?