One part, blue eyes. Two parts, tight lipped smile. All parts, without me. I heard of you from others. While I was masquerading, with others. A drink slipped from my grasp. It rolled. Past, the others. To you. No movie-like reach to retrieve the item, both of our hands touching the object in such awkward embrace. Face, to face. Equal parts awkward and curious. Fast forward to today, and my heart will always beat the same. Backwards. Forwards. Elliptical orbit in a black hole for a chest. For you, for you. Yes, I found you strikingly gorgeous. On my darkest night, I found myself ascending your staircase. A lustful shadow did I undress, and address in the simplest of ways.
Be with me, always.