Watching

Watching that sweat trail it’s way, delicately down your neck. Briefly setting down in that little hollow in-between your shoulder. Watching the wind twist and pull at your hair; Like an impatient toddler seeking attention. Watching you smile; shy, coy those big dimples of yours- endearing at best. (You could lose a penny in them) Watching you watch me; bluest of blue Deep enough to dive into blue. Exploring every corner and crevice through my hazel brown. Watching you look away, ashamed, embarrassed, uncomfortable. Watching myself in the rear-view putting on my shirt. Watching you search for unwanted answers hidden in amongst the stars. (Just far enough for you to skim your fingers against them, trying, hoping to catch the one which holds all the answers.) Watching me watching you; we both know this should never have begun. Watching my fair dimpled angel fly, to another’s’ coop.