His eyes catch mine,
and everything else fades away,
the air holding its breath
for me alone.
A touch that doesn't touch,
it finds the quiet places
I keep hidden,
where I am both strong and afraid.
In his steady gaze
I am seen,
past the practiced smiles,
the armor of words,
to where the softest parts of me wait,
unguarded and vulnerable.
He holds my eyes,
and he knows my secrets,
quietly unfolding me,
knowing me in ways
I haven’t dared
to know myself.
In that silence,
I am stripped down to truth,
naked, but unafraid,
an open book,
in a language only he can read.
And he sees every page.
*For my dear friend "J", whose eyes can see what others can't – thanks for being there.
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