In disbelief...

The wonder itself is curious to know. How does it feel to have someone look at you without looking through you. Like there's no one else to be seen. N to have it last as self is free to loosen to the thrill of the way bodies move. Thoughts trigger questions never known. Poking at what the heart has believed is what luv is about. Just to feel it dissipate with time leading then out the door. As the head shakes off issues memories never said aloud. The wander halts the feet roaming to settle for a bit as lips ask for answers.  With the eyes opening up to witness the truth for once come from a friendly tongue. Specifically attempting to remove the confusion lingering beneath the surface. Why does it never wind up in self's favor to be entangled with the sizzle of the rush?