A sight to see.

I say her and she says we.
If only you, if only she.
Monotone miasma, chaos theory.
Tied in a knot, and now i am free.

Truly.

I know that gaze and i know that posture. I know why the finger on your temple and i know why the slight smile. Taut thighs ease, as you uncross your legs, dainty steps lead your hands to my chest. Your chin stabs at the back of my neck at your first hug, and those curls in your hair tickle.

Why do i smile through my eyes?

My sight is hardly on your being, yet i tell your every move. In your world, only i have sight. In my world, you have learnt to see.

Why do i smile through my eyes?

Only she can tell, because only you can see my effortless mystery. Unveiled by you, whom i so easily see. Who better to be beaten by, then you, who is me. In essence. You are where i've been, where i am and where i have yet to go. You willingly touch these hands, knowingly touching sin.

What more can i want, my love.

Only more of you.