sitting near

sitting near you i sometimes think
there are advantages in being far away
because of how my hair stands up close
and short when you are here i could almost
give them names they are oh so particular
about you each and every hair and
i think suspect for they will never tell that
it is your skin they long to inhabit for it is so
much lovelier than mine like under feathers and
rain water for then they could be closer to all of
you your head your thoughts your eyes your lips
your chin your grin still
i cannot help but see how often more
you look at me across the room as if the
heads and feet between us were an absence
not a space there is nothing more lovelier
than catching your eyes already in mine it
only underlines the beautiful biting pain of
not being you and will never be but long to be
till i must settle then for merely loving you and
sitting near and trying not to stare.