Not in the slightest a
rarity,
we find ourselves staring
together,
speaking no sound—
noiseless knowing shared
through glares—
daring each other to make the
first move
but for moments, we
squint, smirk, squirm
like the night I said I loved
you
and your first response, “I
know.”
Then repeated, requited, “I
love you” came back to me.
“I know.”
And we sat silent, steady and
breathless,
starting to squint, smirk,
squirm again.
We stayed quiet, ready,
wanting
needlessly taunting one
another
with strong eyes
but we required no words.
We require no words.
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