details

sometimes I just watched
a little entranced with
the casual way you spread in your chair
and the smile lines around your mouth
so sweet it hurts me to think of them

and sometimes you watched back
and once or twice our eyes lingered
in each other's
and I wondered how much you could read
in mine

even your toes are you

how lovely it is to love because
and not in spite
where every detail I notice becomes
another reason for me to fall
into this waking dream
minute by minute

and when I feel your eyes on me
I wonder, wonder what you see
just a mystery?
or a curiosity?
or do you, too, begin to be
enveloped
by the most delectable details?