I know you.
A glance, a steal
of a head.
That familiar voice.
Those brown eyes.
They sing to me
and dance with me.
Little by little you slip
into my head.
Where catatonia keeps
me bound, not asunder.
You looked
and I gazed.
The tango of fates;
that chiaroscuro
between you and I.
Your presence graces
my unfailing soul.
And the sunset lives on
to speak of our silence
and coded existence.
It's you.
Just you.
