Not just with eyes
That bare what is most feared,
But with a mind that understands.
Because I see mine in you,
Hear it. Taste it.
Frustrating it builds upon me
Until all I can do is turn my gaze
Onto you, and expectation upon
Those too nervous, to scared,
That their worst fears are not true.
I see between spoken words,
Exist in that spot when your eyes,
Unable to hold for too long,
And you get caught up in deciding
Today’s color because it’s easier
My sight is not one in which
You’ll ever be able to hide.