It makes it difficult to breathe.
You're watching me.
I can see you,
from the corner of my eye.
You know I can feel your eyes on me.
like damp velvet brushing against my skin
is what you inflict on me
and it sends shivers down my spine.
"What do you want!"
We have never spoken
You don't need to speak
to let me know
that you will not always be
when looks will not be enough.
I wish I were ignorant
like so many of my kind are at this stage.
I wish I were oblivious to your insistent gaze.
I hope you never stop watching.
"What will happen then!?"
I know the stories.
That I should do something
What if you do more than watching
if I did?
I will wait
I will be able to ignore that these shivers are not fear,
a little longer.
Just a while.