Momentary Gaze
You’re holding my head in your hands
and I don’t think it’s ever felt more weightless
since “clear” isn’t a word that I know
I don’t mind when you slide them down my shoulders
and arms
to hold mine though
You have little cuts scattered around your fingernails
and my piano-playing never-worked-a-day-in-their-life hands
could never, but you’re still holding them
The backs of my hands have patches of scales
and I can’t stop myself from making them worse
Like when we were kids, and I would every time
I saw you with someone else, and when you were with me
But you run your thumb over the base of mine
and put your mouth over that spot
and choose to kiss right there, right there
And I’m not so nervous anymore
I’m not very good at staring into your eyes, but I want to be
You tell me that I’m blinking a lot
I can’t look into your eyes for too long at a time
It’s alright though, because soon enough
you’ll give me a reason to close them
I’m always waiting for the gun to go off
even when my leg shakes the table
But you give me a reason to close my eyes
Maybe not today
Today you look like you just want to sit here,
and be here
and I think I can do that for you, because why wouldn’t I
You look like everything to me,
and I wonder if I look the same to you
