it may not always be so, and i said

i am still thinking of how his lips purse for

a quaver of a breath

then they part and his voice

fluffy like watercolour paper

with edges only barely audible

i think about how his eyes dart before holding my

searching searching gaze

then it connects and breaks.

i dare not love him

he has his lover

and we are so unaffected, unaffected

how dare he be so