Stare

You turn your head

I ask why, yet know

You feel exposed you say

And just like that my own body becomes like damp mud

I start to wonder how I can be told all your fears

Taste every inch, stroke every curve of you

Breathe you in more deeply than air

But still can’t share a view which your mirror is freely given.

Are my dark eyes too close to looking at yourself in the gloom?

Or do you not trust what I will do with the information of your image?

I urge you not to worry

I tell you I simply need to look

In my mind a compliment

In yours, an intrusion