room

as I think back to those days
I find you in cloudy desire
floating in the door frame

untouched, yet
by the warmth of you
untouched, yet
ripples beginning

it’s funny to find you
on the tongue
of those once forgotten moments
so small, they were, back then

there is something to,
seeing yourself
there is something to,
seeing yourself in the eyes of another
beaming back