Silence breaks the cluttered air,
and penetrates the lies;
Which are whispered back and forth between
strangers with their eyes.
What look is that which begs me on?
To slip into a tale;
of valour and royal affection –
and salvation through the grail.
I wonder if you notice,
the anxiety I attempt to hide?
Or can you see right through it all,
and understand inside?
To turn away would be to run,
and I wish so much to stay.
But I am defenseless here with you;
your eyes which lure this way.
Vulnerable I sit and watch – for signs,
of the touch which is sure to come
unable to break the silence
unwilling still to run.
And as the expected soon occurs,
I melt beneath your skin.
The anticipation of your reach.
I believe this time you win.