The Looking

I look at his face

I really look

I scan his features

His eyes

His cheeks

His lips

Slowly my eyes separate them

Until he is a stranger

A collection of features I do not recognize

Just a man

Just another man

For a moment I wonder

Who is this man?

Does this man love me?

Does this man see me?

He feels the weight of my stare

And his eyes meet mine

A moment passes

No, a breath

And this stranger is him again

The butterflies of the unknown

Replaced by the butterflies of recognition

The thrill of uncertainty

Replaced by the thrill of security

The romance of dreams made

Replaced by the romance of dreams fulfilled

Once again he is mine

And I am his

Forever

Until the next time I look at his face

Until the next time I really look