You lean towards me,
the promise of conversation on your tongue
Your lips part. You hesitate
And then you lean back away
I notice, of course
In the way that my chest contorts
In the way that my teeth grind over each other
But is it sick that I feel relief?
We move like magnets, you and I
even by just the tilt of your jaw,
the flicker of your glance,
I'm repulsed
Repelled and pushed back into my seat
Yet I know I need you,
Because my heart is only at rest with you
