Eyes Open

[aquamarcia]

Title: What Is Rare

I think it rare
for a woman
to look at me with longing.

I think it rarer still
for a woman
to look at me with longing,
and for me
to be aware of it.

And if I am aware of
this look of longing,
what will I make of it?
Will I think
I've been fooled? Will I
discern the truth in her gaze?

I think it even more rare
for a woman
to look at me with longing,
and for me
to look back with longing
of my own. For now we may both
be fooled. We may both fail to
discern the truth in our shared gaze.

I think it rarest of all
for a woman
to look at me with longing,
and for me
to look back with longing
of my own, and know
we are not fooled. We have
discerned the truth in our shared gaze.
And knowing this truth,
we act.

I will live for
what is rare, and die
for what is
rarest of all.