Secrets of C.S

Secrets of C.S.

Sitting here I wonder
As your eyes see bottomless
Blues with specks of something hidden
They do not hide your feelings
As intelligent words from your speaking do

So close to me you sit
I can almost feel your thoughts
The Pondering
In your face lingers questions
Eyes narrow
At a thoughtful suggestion
Hinting of green you moll it over

I see the face you hide behind
Though you do not speak of lies
You speak from seamless intelligence
Choosing words with particular carefulness
Never showing with your feelings

I know you cannot see it
The way your closeness bothers me
Touching places I had long forgotten
And never thought to find again
The lingering of tingles
Running up and down

I wonder now if you feel it
Because it jars me when you move
Still closer moving nearer
What am I supposed to do
As I want for you to see me
And still hideaway inside
Where I store my mortal soul
And hide from all eyes but thyne.