You’re ruining me
with secrets and gestures and looks
with sonnets from second-hand books
Perfectly playing in me
the chords
no-one else knew
It is as if
before we spoke
I was aware of you
Do our hearts know something we don’t?
conspiring, converging without giving us any say
Your eyes full of the future of us
The air changes as you let your eyes fall on me
in that familiar
wandering way
