I see past the physical spectacle that is your body, I see past the desire I have to touch you. I see what’s inside of you, I see the real you.
They see you in that dress or with that smile and imagine being inside of you, touching you, kissing you. I see you in that dress and imagine dancing with you, holding you, talking to you.
I see the sadness behind those eyes, those big, beautiful, intense eyes. I feel like I’m going to drown in those eyes, that’s how much of you I see.
I see you in way they don’t.
I see a future with us, I see the moment turning into so much more than just a hello. Then just a date, then just a fling. I see you in the most intimate ways possible.
Tell me you see me too. Tell me I’m not crazy. Tell me my eyes and soul aren’t betraying me.
I see you in the sun, smiling, spinning, breathing life into everything and everyone you come in contact with.
I see you and in seeing you I don’t want to see anyone else ever again.
~ Demez F. White