you looked up
and entangled my gaze,
unconcerned as ever
with what your faultless eyes
were saying,
at first, I
was furious (for I believe that
calmness can kill us;
it's the friction
of disturbances
we depend upon for warmth),
but that madness
soon turned curious, then
began to grow concerned:
what distraction still
in our future will cause
concurrence to be ruined?
Which of us will be the one
to look away
from all this first?
