the feeling that he/she likes you

in every moment, I forget you,
and all that you have done
to protect me, to give my life
a quiet glowing warmth, that I
carry everywhere, and goes into
other people's eyes. but i
digress; leaking out of my
hands, with my feet sort of
twisting against the floor,
i think heavily about the
people i am not like, and i
want to jump and dance in
a swirling circuit of fire.
This is the way it goes, a
sort of swollen flop forward
into the curtain of tangled
meanings. Holding onto a
cold black rail, i watch
water dancing in a ceaseless
and relentless way, it makes
my face twitch, i am smiling
hard against this feeling of
incredible defeat, and you

walk quietly up beside me,
and look over; we are
afraid together--i know i
am--and also in motion,
turning together
like the ongoing ocean.
whatever this feeling is,
give me your hand, and
together we'll submerge,
breaking the thin
vast film between worlds,
and surface, where everything
is superficial.