The Stare

I am coming out, he is coming in I look up and see him standing. Then the glance, that stare which marks the beginning of the end. Eyes lock, my heart begins to race My body feels warm Sweat on my face. Am I turning red? Or getting a fever? Where was I going? What on earth is happening? Oh lord, help me out here. I need to look away Don’t know what’s going on Am I blocking his way? Eyes still locked No words uttered But stories are told. Want to stay in this minute where nothing else exists and nothing else matters Just the stare In it is where I want to live.