Telescopes.

Within my telescope, you are.
Sitting at the rim,
Unaware of the importance you now hold.
I watch you.
I stand there waiting for your next move too.
When lights dim,
till sky’s blue.
Beauty within a long paused look,
of moments when you’re reading a book.
Look away when I’m not looking,
My attention, now yours.
making dinner without cooking.
Within my telescope, you are.

1/7/12
18:03
collaboration poem with Amara Pang.