Stay there

I waited for invitations that never came,
averted gazes looking past the simple stranger.
I observed and learned
calibrating to my breath and patience.

He appeared to me feet first.
Grey sneakers against black and white. 
He needed nothing 
but his embrace
his quiet face. 
I observed, reserved, calibrating.

My gaze tried to wander
further
away
to potential invitations
but no. 
I remained still. Attuning. 

Small spaces, compact embrace, simple rebounds
and easy changes of direction.
Languid and smooth, I swooned inside involuntarily.
 
He chose petite, brunette and languid.
His own likeness. 
I understand his language in his hands, his downcast eyes.
The more I watch the less boundary I feel
between they
and i. 

Psychic empathy sparkles through my tissues. 
I start to tingle as separation between us liquefies and
my heart synchs to theirs, somehow.
I watch. I burn. I melt at once.
They finally part ways and my 
naive hope awakens with a joyous cortina.
 
But he looks past me like the others do
and there is no hope for more than
what my eyes can handle.