Always aware,
Humbly in your presence.
Every smack of my lips,
every eyelash flutter,
I have prefected
in their ballet
Of magnetic attraction,
Galivanting.
You are not so innocent.
I know all about you.
Glancing my way.
Religiously.
WE are such fools.
Our goals,
Refracted to each other.
Carelessly, we play these games,
these games we swore never to play.
Tell no one.
Our tongues,
locking the murmurs and whispers
rolling so easily,
so shamelessly.
Let this be ours to keep
locking it in a cedar box
preserving it for the dinners
of their starving ears.
And stay.
Leave them out of our
little game.
Play a little longer.