game

my fingers move in the air

tracing invisible arabesques

you pretend not to look at me

I pretend not to see it

somehow we have started this game

where quite a lot happens

on the inner side of our

eyelids

the world has not seen

any of that

we play against the odds

only from time to time

we compare notes

via cryptic and short messages

it’s like a great improvisation

just two actors

public is always present

but doesn’t even know they are there

just to view

and be silent

our orbits are irregular

and full of irony

when they cross with

each other

next time we meet

I will bite my lip

you will pretend not to look at me

a sublime game of staring

so complicated

so simple