by D. C. Haddock
Wandering eyes can easily bait
A blithe grin, a peal of laughter, an errant remark
That sticks to your mind
Like caramel in teeth
Where the sweetness lingers indefinitely
And remains oblivious to its own perfection.
When pleasure is found
Cessation is not an option.
I watch your hands
Until a thought decides to drop from your mind
And then I’m given permission to watch your eyes.
And when expectation arises for reply
I want to ask you to please let them keep falling
So I can keep listening
And the world can keep spinning
And I can keep studying
And you can keep syncopating,
Fascinating me until the lights behind your head
Are blotted out, one by one
And all that’s left
Are the words and thoughts that I loved from the beginning.