LOOK AT ME!

I dream that you would look at me
That with your eyes
You will caress every curve of my self
That you will gently probe
Every nook and corner and alley of my person.

That you will know the fabric of my existence
So intimately that it becomes your blanket
That you will hear my sighs before they are sighed,
And drink my tears before they are wept,
And be intoxicated in this drink.

And then, I dream
That you will not drop my hand,
Which in a moment of playfulness
You had clasped in yours.

That your gaze comes to rest on my face,
Spell-bound by what is loveliness to you.
That they penetrate my soul through my eyes,
And all my words are ropes with which
You climb into my mind.

I open my eyes. Where are you?
Look at me, my dear!

--GST