Proximity

I can feel your presence next to me

your body so close that I

involuntarily join your rhythm

of simply breathing, in and out

your profile fills the corner of my eye

my pupils turned towards you

in an effort to stare - without really looking

hiding behind a pretend focus on something else

with every move you make

even the slightest alteration in sitting position

I tense – hoping, fearing, wondering

whether you’d move closer by accident;

maybe even instinctively joining

my foot, my leg, my hand…

I can feel your presence next to me

your body close to mine

your thoughts preoccupied with something else

and I keep hoping

for a glimpse of sky colored eyes

adorable dimples appearing when you smile

and inviting lips teasing me whenever they part.

I can feel your presence

next to me

terribly aware of the distance

between us