Your eyes search mine.

I cower behind a false smile.

Your hand seeks mine.

I withdraw, fearing former guile.

I yearn for you.

The grip of your passion, the caress of your soul.

I thirst for you.

To be held in your arms - at rest, made whole.

Do you see me?

This prisoner within this cell of fear?

Do you know me?

The one I see within the mirror?

Your eyes search mine.

I find myself lost in yours...