FreeWrite

seek and catch

crowd causes this game to begin.
first move is taken by you,
as I start to make mine you steal it by chance
and we share a prolonged glance.
withdrew from any perfection
the shared gaze acts as infared placing our stories in one anothers direction.
determined to maintain direct focus
control is lost by wish of unaware locus
my attempts to ignore natures call makes for a harder fall
As I take my back my place searching for those eyes on his face
desperate to see, that you waited for me.
Body still in sight, but I must take my final flight.
only in each eye, that uttered not a lie,
I'll continue to yearn and desire, your ice cold fire
too late for ransom
We both lose, I've made you my phantom.


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