slouched into leather cushions.
where your shorts stop, the skin under your knees is sticky.
looking across at the shady patterns
thrown on the opposite wall by blinds,
your gaze penetrates the cool dark
and fixes on the glow of the television screen.
you stare but send me no signals.
you are artless;
your graceless lips twitch.
i am a flounder
lying sideways in the sand
eyeing the waters
too frightened to move.
because next to you,
a boy slouches.
when you threw yourself onto the couch,
eyes vaguely aimed at the screen gleam,
i felt your heartbeat flutter through your arm
and spanning an airy shadow between,
establish a circuit on electric skin.
you know but don't know the what's coming
i observe but have no guide.
when the moment comes
i watch your magnetic faces draw together
but lips do not follow
and the crooked meeting
ends in blushes and distraction.